Curled up along the backseat of your Accord
My lips are chapped, my hair a matted mess
Whatever dreams you had for me are done for
I’m not immune to convolutedness
And I imagined how your voice was trembling
But I could call out for a century and still hear nothing
And if this game catches on
And your will be dead and gone
If you’re so benevolent, then try to prove it tonight
You know, they say the tunnel must end sometime
The beacon of the future sears my brain
And when I finally bask in my own limelight
I can’t be sure the light’s not from a train
And you beam down to the earth
I will consider putting in the work
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