I’m almost home to bury my bones, in blanketed black and thistled thrones
I’ve seen it come when the rabbits run, the whispering skin, the saddled sun
Covered my eyes when all was aligned and sat in the sand, repose remised
But laughed like blood when weaknesses won, a cradled decay, a love to none
I’m almost home to bury my bones, in blanketed black and thistled thrones
I’ve seen it come when the rabbits run, the whispering skin, the saddled sun
A blinding burn from which all returns, from flourishing fawn to ash-ed urn
The things I see mean little to me, a cradled decay, a memory
A memory that sings in my sleep and my dreams
Melodies of uncertainty, make believe
I am here to disappear beneath the salted skies
Almost home, on my own, a runner in the rye.
Fantastic math rock-ish music from Los Angeles! I'm a big fan of the odd chord progressions and the crazy drummer... How come these guys don't have more listeners?! Anton Engdahl
Two solid singles by one of my favourite up and coming acts. The level of technicality and depth in both of these singles is amazing Can't wait for the next album. A Blaze On The Northern Beaches
The UK upstarts' debut veers from sunny, psychedelic folk to bristling post-punk with reckless abandon without ever missing a beat. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 18, 2024
Winter McQuinn mixes soft rock and psychedelic folk for a sound reminiscent of classic pop purveyors like Cut Worms and the Lemon Twigs. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 16, 2024