I remember you told the stories that night and they sounded beautiful!
I remember you lied right to our faces and it felt so crucial..
because you were exploited by the priestess and her child.. oh
I can hear the photograph, you sailed that winter
I feel the open draft, that you touch.
Empire walls, i can hear connections.
Big, clanging psych-rock from this Arizona outfit fuses monk-like vocals with slow-winding guitars for songs that feel like strange hymns. Bandcamp New & Notable May 2, 2016
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