my god, my sense of smells all off today
think i'll just taste it all away
you make such pretty sentences ok
they drift right through the chipping paint and into me
northwest, top left i've done it all again
you know i can't remember when
your love eats at me most when i'm alone
it drifts right through the power lines and up into my telephone
your love, your love eats at me every day
i don't let it go away
Outfitting harmonnic indie rock with elements of folk, surf, and more, this D.C. quartet have a warm, homespun sound that's easy to love. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 18, 2024