You were the coal, she was the fire
That warmed your skin, and all within
Memories to hold, her trembling fingers
Held all they'd known, as she went on
Oh, sweet orchard shade the growing light
Holding softly to my weary eyes
Thousands of all hunger inside
These withering eyes, too tired to cry
A face hiding so silently
Yearns to know the love that grows here
Oh, sweet orchard let forgiving strands of light
Break my silence, oh burn the night
Oh, sweet waters flow with love for me inside
Cast me quietly unto morning's light
Oh burn through the night, burn
Love, burn through the night, burn
This is the first album I found that really spoke to me as a young fem.
From the simplicity, the bass drum, specifically in landfill is so steady and soothing. I love landfill because it perfectly portrays trauma bonds, sexual or romantic relationships rooted in power imbalance. Being led on, unrequited love, constantly being clueless if someone is a real friend, or a lover. Are they yours or are they ruthlessly rogue. Untameable. Love and hate are such similar feelings, and they often mingle. clementinehatepageichangedmymind
There's definitely something special in music from Iceland... it's always highly creative, usually unusual, and sometimes even plain weird - but in a positive sense. This applies to singer-songwriter Sóley Stefánsdóttir, too. Her songs are quite accessible in a way, but always with a surprising twist that's typical for music from this country in the far North. Sven B. Schreiber (sbs)
With chiming, droning, and shimmering guitars galore, the Philadelphia shoegaze group debut their strongest collection of songs yet. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 23, 2024
This creative San Francisco guitar band melds trip hop, krautrock, My Bloody Valentine-esque noise, and jangle pop hooks. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 19, 2024