I think what I’ll miss the most is the sad sort of glint in your eyes. Somewhere between happy and scared, emblazoned in the back of my mind. The sand goes on for miles. Lights out on the ocean at night. Blurred in your image but so am I. But your eyes are closed when I hold you tight. Each night you pop up in my dreams, a shifting, reconfiguring ball of light. I toss and I turn and I lie awake and I wish you were there by my side. Sleep, my only advantage. That small pout is all I have go on. I never want to leave you alone. I never want this to end.
From the first deadened cowbell to the last dissonant guitar interval, Dutch quartet Geo's new record is shaped for impact. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 25, 2024