I can see it clearly now
Your house on Rolling Meadow Lane
But I can’t remember how
We all knew but no one did anything
We can blame it on our youth
And say that those were simpler times
But we know that’s not the truth
We know how to live with our lies
It’s late, it’s early, you’re not alone
Your sister’s a ghost
Your brother isn’t your own
And your mother’s at the piano
Pretending she can’t hear you
Drunk and drowning and alone
Your mother’s at the piano
As you walk barefoot on glass
Leaving bloody concrete tracks
Your father’s at the door
The sound of ocean through the trees
Your father’s at the door
Charged in the first degree
Your father’s at the door
But he died in 2004
My goodness, this new record is just absolutely astounding. This is the sort of thing that reminds me how boring my music is. Happiness Murmured In Dreams
Such amazing attention to detail, texture, color... I've gotten lost in this record so many times already. It's got The Books meet Steve Reich vibes, and I am here for it. Happiness Murmured In Dreams
Perfectly gloomy Norwegian goth/post-punk, anchored by a punchy rhythm section and driven by chiming guitar lines and morose vocals. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 16, 2021