Where there's smoke, there's a fire. Where there's deceit, there's a liar. It's coming down to the wire. You're faking pain, I'm growing tired. Making a mockery, down on your bending knee, you're spread too thin, fall in and out again. This isn't blasphemy, it's only feeling weak. Sign of distress, put this act to rest.
A big, bright, sweet single from Philadelphia's Hurry, sugary vocal melody playing perfectly against starstruck guitars. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 1, 2016
Slowcore, shoegaze, twee, and noise find their way into this ambitious full length from the St. Louis band Frankie Valet. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 9, 2020