Barreling through the fronds
Speckled with toads and butterfly slime
I sloped into a fever
And was tempted to abandon the path
For a quiet place to sweat
The gut of a dead trunk
A gallery of snakes
The moon is plaster of Paris
I’m a scrap of bark whittled to the stub
I chisel new topographies into the surfaces you told me not to touch
And your poison is slow
It’ll take me years to know that I’m gone
The New York duo crush it (and everyone) on their first full-length for Matador Records, an experimental pop opus that sounds truly new. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 9, 2023
These quietly gorgeous songs beautifully blend aqueous electronic sounds with heart-on-sleeve vocals to stirring effect. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 15, 2022