truth be told I've lost my way this is no masquerade who do I think I could save when I'am my own slave
the sun don't come around here anymore the sun don't come around here
the neighborhood just looks so quite and lost without you I pray my God that you'll come home you know the sun don't come around here anymore but maybe the sky will open soon my the sky will open soon maybe the sky will open soon
the sun don't come around here anymore the sun don't come around here
Recorded on the Grecian isle of Hydra, this is blissed-out psych pop with stacked falsetto harmonies and luscious arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 9, 2023
Two dozen 12-string acoustic improvisations that feel undeniably haunting, like lost transmissions from ancient Appalachia, rediscovered. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 17, 2022