You rode me into the dust
I was a bull in the new light of the equinox
I'm a sculpture of dust
How I glitter in the new light of the equinox
Sun outage times in the paper
So we know when we can't
Seek the same means of communication
On the phone
On computers
We are left with just our pithy voices
Sounding cold
Sounding hollow
In the sun that falls hard on our shoulders
We are lost in an instant
And found there in each of our places
For we trust that the light won't betray
For we trust in the new light today
Sparkling, dreampoppy indie from this Australian group, “Goodnight” wraps Yura Iwama’s gentle voice in silvery guitars. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 20, 2019
The Australian jangle-poppers venture further into dreampop territory on their verdant new single, with summery, shimmering results. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 7, 2019