The feelings perfect
Turn the bodies over
Leave the demons in the darkness till we’ve got something figured out
We’re triple landlocked
Wait for the gold rush
Since 1867 we’ve got nothing figured
And we’ll fall in place
But you ought to know
The villainous call of
The Devil of nebraska
So drink your kool aid
We’ve got a fire and our fever is burning brighter we've got nothing left to lose
Through the gold rush and great plains, we’re a candle in the distance,
But we’ve got nothing left to lose
A hushed and low-lit EP from this Melbourne musician, where dreamlike melodies drift across a bed of tender guitar. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 19, 2023
Auckland-based group Tiny Ruins present a series of dazzling, folk-informed songs on their latest, grounded in tender vocal melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable May 8, 2023