A sonic vapor trail built from the shimmering blankness of winter, and the way it grinds you down.

6 MP3 Songs
POP: Dream Pop, POP: Jangle Pop



Details:
We'd like to tell you that we write our songs in an abandoned airplane hangar, just to account for all the echoing, but that would be very untrue and a little fanciful. Instead, most of the songwriting occurs in the wee hours of the morning, travelling on a shivering bus to nowhere important. Because we are without sleep, we are well-acquainted with the mysterious feeling the city leaves you with when you walk out to the empty streets at 6am with the first few cars quietly puffing along. At this hour, the most comforting thing is a bubbling kettle for tea, or perhaps the little tunes that simmer up inside as you scurry down a chilly sidewalk; both offer a much needed warmth, for which we are equally thankful and dependent upon...