Still alive, contender, and then all that's rendered now is lost. Like innocence or memories, you can find them floating in the sea. Every time you think about it, it's not working anymore. I hope you're right. And if you can find away around it would you please tell me so I know wrong from right. They congregate and spread back out. Watch them dancing there, they're spinning with your doubts. Time to pretend that it don't smell. Up on garbage island everything is well. Resin sticks onto the walls, love it deep or not at All it does is throw away, it's not some stow away, it doesn't have to be anything. It's clever and ugly. It's sheltered above me. It's clever...and so am I.
Melbourne's Conor McCabe and Barnaby Matthews are quick-firing EPs of future R&B that land somewhere between Spacek and Chet Faker. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 16, 2016