i think your horse is hot- i hear it breathing hard it needs another taste. you've been away too long and now there's something wrong- the well is dry. and in the quiet there i saw your double there-bound and tied. all the words you spoke, they form a grove of trees, where the shadows sleep and never rise, i have known you there i have seen your eyes-little rings of fire, like a broken spire: there's no way, away, there's no way, a way out.
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