Rescue line,
how was I supposed to know?
Wade in the wake or drown,
the deeper that we're pulled.
Rescue line,
a thread through the seams.
Tread in the tide and I
dry in the heat.
Rescue line,
how was I to tell?
I bent back the weight of time
I watched it all dispel.
Rescue line,
while we run away.
We're scared of all of that
catching up some day.
This NYC quartet channels the anxious, experimental nature of late '90s-early '00s Olympia indie rock in their tense, rhythmic post-punk. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 8, 2016
Recorded in a shipping container, the Australian artist's quirky second album is a love letter to 70’s classic rock, folk, and psychedelia. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 15, 2023