I am a follower of the paranormal consequences radio station
That spreads into their minds like a hooky line
And turns them to black but with stop animation
Going forward, please stop looking at me that way
You get me speechless but I know exactly what I ought to say
I'm sorry, we don't have my dignity on the menu this evening
So I'll have to ask you to leave
I'm the luckiest boy in the world
Turn around and save yourself some steps in my direction
With arms wide closed, please check the hours
I used to look at myself as having an affliction
But it was affection and it was building up its own towers
Like the ones of Babel but with one B more
And I feel like a loser, but I'm not sore
Come tomorrow there'll be no tomorrow
And the day after that I'll put my game face on
And head out to the floor
Tom Snowden, from Alice Springs, Australia, turns in six soft, Arthur Russell-y covers of favorites from Björk, Kylie Minogue, and more. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 11, 2020
Recorded on the Grecian isle of Hydra, this is blissed-out psych pop with stacked falsetto harmonies and luscious arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 9, 2023
Two dozen 12-string acoustic improvisations that feel undeniably haunting, like lost transmissions from ancient Appalachia, rediscovered. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 17, 2022