Wandering now through this grim facade
All alone among the walking dead
Their lives unfold, so visceral
wet clay
Now what do you think about that?
Words can’t express how it feels.
So get on with it
And make tracks in the sand
The need consumes us all.
And no we are not strong
The dream is hidden from view
And the ones who held hope
Have all but blown away
All engulfed in sentimental fare
Teaming now with artificialities
Their wings unfold, they’re softly lulled
away
Now what do you know about that?
Words, they don’t come.
You get over it.
It makes sense, if you will it.
The dream divulged, dissolves.
And though we are not there
The dream is waiting for you
On the opposite shore
So swim away my dear...
And when we get there
The dream, I’ll share it with you
And then how does it go?
It goes, it goes away.
Joey — my friend and ally. I defy you to show me a musician with more passion and sincerity. I love this album for its purity of intent and the raw power of the songwriting. Indie music at its best. Melancholy Sunday
This is the band Joey and I formed so many years ago. This album meant everything at one point — love, faith, vodka, desperation and I think a few broken ribs… Melancholy Sunday
Shoegaze, post-rock, black metal, dark ambient: if it's gloomy and surreal, you'll find it on the Arizona outfit's excellent second LP. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 14, 2022
Jazz, metal, post-punk, and avant-garde music all swirl together in Ecuadorian duo Don Bolo's heady, unpredictable brew. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 11, 2022
An tempestuous post-rock journey inspired by the existential threat of climate exchange, "Triumph & Disaster" overflows with grace and grit. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 9, 2019