The shelter's sealed and locked,
And the food's all canned and boxed,
And the stillness settles in,
And our life down here begins
There's a pounding at the door,
But we can't take in anymore
There's a hum that sounds all night,
And a flicker of the lights.
And I don't know what to do,
I miss my friends, and you,
I miss you more than ever,
I'll miss you for the rest of forever,
No one knows what's going on,
And half of my family's gone,
I would cry myself to sleep,
But I haven't slept in weeks.
I can't help but wonder,
Are those bombs, or is it just thunder?
I stayed up all night again,
In a fit of confusion,
I asked myself why and how,
And I asked myself,
"What Now?"
In Charlie's words, this record is like travelling "all around the world (and the Mid-west) in just 36 minutes!" He's not kidding. I can't identify half the instruments he used, but they sound great. Kenny Hoffman
I often consult Ryan about my own recordings. Listen to his most recent EP to find out why. The arrangements! The humungous synths! The layers! The songwriting! I couldn't do any of it. Great stuff. Kenny Hoffman
The Australian folk-pop singer tackles deconstruction, her Christian childhood, and sexuality on her infectious sophomore album. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 14, 2023