These unfamiliar streets where I hide my face and name and these secrets that I keep. Every stranger looks the same. The cold New England air rips the will from out my blood. And I replace it with the ache, the ash, the dirt and lack of love. No hands to hold, no hands to pray. My lover left alone, my lover left to grieve and mourn. My sins, my cross to bear, the guilt and vows I broke in turn. Most precious sacrament, I tip the bottle in prayer each night. With one hand to the alter and the other to the wine. The parish pours out from the church, snow is falling quietly. Let it fall, cover my steps into the dark end of the street.
Before this album I'd only ever really listened to Lament and Dead Horse X; I've never been -that- familiar with touche amore but this blasted them from being a band I enjoyed on occasion to an absolute favorite, one I feel connected with personally, intimately. I feel understood which is a rare experience. sleepy_foxie
The UK upstarts' debut veers from sunny, psychedelic folk to bristling post-punk with reckless abandon without ever missing a beat. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 18, 2024
Winter McQuinn mixes soft rock and psychedelic folk for a sound reminiscent of classic pop purveyors like Cut Worms and the Lemon Twigs. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 16, 2024
Musically this feels more experimental for La Dispute reminding me of their Here, Hear releases. Very atmospheric and easy to lose your self in. Perfect for the next time you’re contemplating your existence. (Also found out the guitarist builds his own pedals and used them on this record; neato!) Mikey