The smell of summer wafts through the air.
Top down, the wind in your hair
as we set sail far and wide to a place where we go and hide
Leave the television behind
Grab your canteen full of wind
We will me where water and land collide
So Long, we're guna leave this cold dark world behind
So Long, We're guna rocket through the air tonight
On a quest for mud and fire; swaggering side to side
Memories reveal all that's left behind
So long, we're guna leave this cold dark worked behind
So long, we're guna rocket through the air tonight
All you need to know is that there's nowhere left for you to go
When you call my name I will come for you to face the truth
So long my friend I can't carry on this way so I say goodbye
Outfitting harmonnic indie rock with elements of folk, surf, and more, this D.C. quartet have a warm, homespun sound that's easy to love. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 18, 2024
Boston post-punk outfit Junk Ranchers broke up in 1986 before this, their debut album, was released; darkly melodic, it's a long-lost gem. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 22, 2020