Honey come and shake the worry from your brow. Sad and blue is just a concept just a construct anyhow. Well we all get lonely now. We all get lonely. Softly humming is the way the world spins round. A steady pulse, a gentle thrumming underground. That’s that inner ocean sound. That’s that inner ocean, oh the holy inner ocean. I’ve got nothing on my mind. Wave my hand and pass the time. Waves that shimmer in the light. We are waving back the night. Mind’s a cackling, it’s a kookaburra call. Mine’s a corn maze, it’s a mirrored funhouse wall. And I don’t know myself at all. I don’t know myself but I’m steady trying to find my way back home. We’ve got nothing on our minds. Pop that bubbly pour the wine. We’ve got nowhere left to go, but there ain’t nowhere I’d rather go.
Pretty avant-pop with simple instrumentation and gentle bite from New York's Garcon No.1 cleverly subverts the torch song. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 13, 2020
The former frontman of the Pains of Being Pure at Heart lets loose with a passionate, Dylan-esque record full of razor-sharp lyricism. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 2, 2021