my headspace to Atlantic Ocean, my reverence to the purchased sea, our time is neither done or started, just spurted and lied in the weeds. My hamstring is a torn up axel. My address is the one to call. My planning isn't poor it's undone and I just want another fall to reflect on here.
Is it wicked not to care? Frances Chang's layered, strange experimental pop recalls Lisa Germano in its pursuit of meaning in a sad world. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 2, 2022