impetuous girl, what you don’t know can’t hurt you
wish they wouldn’t come back around here no more
but you say “I’ll get you yet”
they are crass, all the people in towns, are falling out and falling down and falling
wish I would’ve come back here less as a boy dressed up as girl dressed all in colors
and how you will sing to them, and how your pain will fall
and how you’ll sing to them, singing it:
“la la la la la la la la la lah ”
you don’t have to cry anymore
all the prettiest worlds...don’t cover them all up in your mind
as you paint, as it should’ve been, you were meant to love
you could not live without it
and in your heart and in your lines
you’ve worked so hard and you’ve lived so kind, been out there just falling down
wish they wouldn’t come back for my boy dressed as a girl dressed all in colors
and how you will sing to them and how your verses fall
and how there’s a Roman candle burning just for you
you don’t have to cry anymore
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This isn't necessarily a genre I seek out, but something about the opening track just hooked me, and I find myself entranced by the chorus every time, even after listening.
That same haunting energy persists through the album, and I'm totally into it. Chaos Doverspike
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This album gurns and churns with the dense, atmospheric power of an angel wrestling the forces of hell.
Wolfe's voice is an ethereal swirl, but it can cut like a blade. Her guitar, meanwhile, is a reaper's scythe, and with it, she flails like a Balrog summoned deep and raging from the bowels of Middle Earth.
It's an album of dreams and nightmares, a sludge-gaze torrent of painful questions hurled into the void.
A brave, bold and empowering listen. Michael Mueller