The night is alive. It's loud and I'm drunk, kissing a mic and singing about us. The songs I make, I barely rehearse them. They're hardly mistakes. They're meant to be honest. I'm way out of tune, turned up to eleven and floating around this noisy heaven. Most of the words get stuck in my mouth, but I mean all the ones that punch their way out. Our heads are blurry. Our hearts are sure things. I bet on you to make me nervous, to stay dangerous. Good love is not safe. The night is alive. It's loud and I'm drunk.
Montreal psych-pop veterans sound as infectious and hypnotic as ever on their seventh LP, slinging jangly riffs and bright vocal harmonies. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 14, 2024