Inspired to live without chains of comfort
He took the fuel from the garage
Fog and smoke in a fistfight
When the last match is lit
He walks around his dimly lit house
While she sleeps
A touch of forest fire
To calm the senses
Drops of sweat lit up on his cheeks
The bed she's in is undone
Something's chasing her in her dreams
He took one last look at her
It reminded him of nothing in particular
The NYC trio push their blown-out garage-blues sound into new territory, on both reinterpreted classics and originals. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 5, 2019
Guitar-wielding duo from Queens, New York, drop atmospheric debut LP, recorded in an ex-bowling alley under a cafe. Bandcamp New & Notable May 25, 2015