I stay up late in the Summer.
Baby I dally and dream, smoking.
Seems I’m aggrieved, a rake of late.
But I’m still a fool for you, darling, sweet and patient.
Wave after wave break the bow.
It’s a test of the worst to be blessed with that curse.
Oh, gold New England sun, the hold you have of my heart,
you control me and console me for to rouse each sliver paused in bloom.
See, trinkets surround. I hold each one held dear, fleeting they sear, brimming zeal like a flare.
I swear to declare it to be reckless in the morning, which is easy in the sun.
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
The new EP from the aptly named regal murk is a striking piece of work, thick rivers of guitar swallowing tender vocal melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 24, 2022