All that was brass swung slow
The overlapping tongues of a folding chair
And I make it hard I know
For you to care
And I’m not asking to hold back now
But you’re not making any sense at all
And all the pioneer scalps are falling out of your bag
And all the colors in their hair remind you that you’ve gone too far
And all the pioneer scalps are falling out
All that was brass swung slow
The overlapping tongues of a folding chair
And I make it hard I know
For you to care
We hope that somehow
We hope that somehow it makes good
We hope that somehow
We hope that somehow it makes good
And all the pioneer scalps are falling out of your bag
And all the colors in their hair remind you that you’ve gone too far
And all the pioneer scalps are falling out
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The best word I've heard to describe Maps & Atlases is bouncy. Their wildly technical instrumentals weave seamlessly into Dave Davison's warm, folky recollections and really bring their music to life. Ryan McDaniel
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The more obnoxious math can be, the better. Watching the opening song played live for the first time I literally spat out, "Oh, come on." Pretension without arrogance, this album gives many of its performances not out of ostentation, but out of sincere interest and expression. amwhoam
The second EP from Northern Irish singer-songwriter Bea Stewart runs from gentle folk to pillowy pop ballads, all perfectly executed. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 15, 2024
Michelle Stodart’s folk music captures hope in melancholy, addressing the transformational aspects of the most challenging times. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 3, 2023