Holding without hands, shadows in the sand
every grain left glued together
still could not withstand
Running without legs, drinking all the dregs
from the dirty glasses of your
fairweather friends
This town ain't even big enough for one of us
I would keep on truckin but the key has turned to rust
I'm so goddamn tired, I hate to make a fuss
But this town ain't even big enough for one of us
Whiffing without nose on the melted rose/rows
pack my beak and leave me to dispose
Seeing without eyes, knee socks and thigh highs
so profound in periods deprived
This town ain't even big enough...
Get into the wind or settle down
to make new dust
climb into the tower
catapult me if you must
I'm so goddamn tired, I hate to make a fuss
But this town ain't even big enough for one of us
Bouncy, urgent, raucous indie rock, anthemic yet unpredictable; this Oxford, U.K. trio sounds defiantly full of life. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 28, 2020
The new EP from this Melbourne group pits swings from haunting ballads to songs powered by crashing waves of guitar. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 25, 2018