Something inside my tired eyes was lost
Something I could never say for sure
The wasted feelings runs into my veins
Bring some kind of washed-out false hope
Something inside my tired eyes was lost
Something I could never say for sure
It's all the same taste of ashes from the past
Never wait for my best
This black mirror burried on my mind
Stole and blew out the last daylight
The night comes so empty
Whisper dark spells and fade away my guilty
Layering guitars and saxes over synths and drum machines, this Oakland duo's darkwave is as melodically potent as it is texturally rich. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 1, 2024
Dark and seething post-punk from Cincinnati that's appealingly janky enough to make a tired genre feel fresh and urgent. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 31, 2023