Drop anchor in the shores of familiar water, see if we can't make it 'til morning. We'll take shelter in the covenant of our bodies. We'll get drunk on tongue and skin. We'll pretend that we're whole again. See I've been out of sync in a sink-or-swim kind of way, but here, now, hiding out from ourselves, I feel perfectly in time with you. And I'm real good at swimming, but the ocean is a great big place. I've been worried about the waves--I've been worried you're not safe. So let's get drunk on tongue and skin. Let's pretend we're whole again.
Leaning into the sparse, impressionistic sound of 2023's albu "Nature Morte," the Montreal metallurgists sound as heavy and radiant as ever. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 21, 2024