creeping like the moonlit fog, your eyes shine like two black dogs. tell me tell me and please be true, are you going to see this through? tell me tell me and please be true, is that what you're going to do? if you wake the wind up and it shakes the pines, when you wake the pines up, the wind speaks to me. and all of your secrets will be known to me.
Mysterious and vaguely vaporwavey, the synth songs on the latest from Stefan Smith hover like distant mirages, opaque and beguiling. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 26, 2022