Oh, my god, I'm sorry. We've had some before thee, and you may break my body... Broken, baby, bird bones and the smell of being alone adorn the vanishing throne. Oh no. I'm never going to speak again. Endure the fire flakes, and burn down the garden of Eden. Give up on everyone because nobody's there when you need them.
As usual, Kirby manipulates various interwar records to fit a cavalcade of emotional states: blissful (B1, E8), tragic (D2, D5), frantic (E1, E6), and just plain horrifying (F3, G1, H1, K1). gjoe52
Pretty avant-pop with simple instrumentation and gentle bite from New York's Garcon No.1 cleverly subverts the torch song. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 13, 2020