All my pretty things are breathing for me
All my pretty things are heaving for me
All my pretty things are searching for me
But I’m not there
I’m not there
I'm out here
All my pretty things are burning for me
All my pretty things are yearning for me
All the lights are turning for me
All the lights are green
All the eyes are weeping for me
All the eyes are green
All the teeth are gnashing for me
All the teeth are green
All the pretty muscle is flexing for me
All the pretty muscle gleams
All the faces turning from me
All the dresses burning for me
Every face in pain
Every laugh is lurching toward me
Shaking in the rain
Why can’t I go home
It’s wired for sound
Why can’t I go home
where all my pretty things are waiting for me
Sore eyes for pretty possessions
Layering guitars and saxes over synths and drum machines, this Oakland duo's darkwave is as melodically potent as it is texturally rich. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 1, 2024