Cleaning my room,
Cut my hand on the frame.
Being apart,
Gets simple with age.
There's pine in the breeze,
A scent that always kept me.
And The lights that slept in your spine.
That I can still.
Still fogging windows in your driveway,
Still warming shrines in crushing phase.
Still bleeding hazel out of drunken dreams.
Reshaping slowly just to fit you shape.
An introspective record that fuses post-rock, shoegaze and ambient synth patches into a seamless array of shimmering soundscapes. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 26, 2023
Portland shoegaze that plays, as the best representatives of the genre do, with huge, hollow atmosphere against intimate observations. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 23, 2016