Ten years old and coming down from sugar
Out there on the sodden road
Kneeling in the gutter
Muck and leaves combining in new and impressive ways
In the coming dark he is fishing out discarded, forgotten relics
Caked in years of our foul ways
Caked in years of our hyperbole and hate
When he's filled with tearing hunger
Pristine waters wait to clean
From the basin of his soiled hands
It's joyous body teems
Overfloweth in the wet dawn
Overfloweth in the night
Overfloweth in the school yard
Where the sun beams hot and bright
Shade of the eucalypt
Where everything is still
Far off in the outer fields
The closing night is spun
Visions of the long morning no one can outrun
But he knows thats a foolish thought and a distance always covered
When he's filled with tearing heartache
Polished metal plainly gleams
From the basin of his calloused hands
His stomach bile teems
Overfloweth in the deep loch
Overfloweth from towers high
Overfloweth in the courtyard
Where the sun pools red and dry
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