Torture me how long you wish but I just won't say when was the last time I played a song 5 times in a row, I don't remember. That's what I call a hit. saimonix
It smells like an old street, with the smell of the marketplace, soap and grease wafting through the air, and a sudden downpour of rain painting the concrete walls and the sky the same pale grey colour. 英华弥缛
This Chicago (where else?) post-rock group builds wafting atmospheric ambient out of slow drums and a shimmering churn of droning guitars. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 30, 2024