Ducked under the awning and threw up in my hands
A troubled pose with my secret exposed
Eyed the cars as they all went by in the shit-flecked night
You’ve always been too excited
By other people’s good ideas
A gauge by which they hear themselves think
And wish themselves silent in the shit-flecked night
Tried napping on the bus ride home
But despite my exhaustion
Was kept awake
By the murmurs of my fellow travelers
Who refused to ignore the smell
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