It was a cold, cold night at the end of november
the sky was so clear, and the killing Moon wispered in my ears
in the cold, cold weather our minds flying away, together
It was a cold cold night, the wind blowing in our faces
we felt a chill, but we also felt a burning desire
just you and me, warming up the night with fire
the world will stop in silence to listen to our heartbeats, our heartbeats
primitive sounds, playing so loud
primitive sounds, playing so loud
the sound of our heartbeats
L.A. doomgazers Iress call up a storm on their latest; silky vocals become screams, and golden guitar atmospherics turn heavy and dark. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 11, 2020
Post-punk in the Sonic Youth mold—melody covered by creeping fuzz, anchored by architectural rhythms, with lyrics both abstract and direct. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 5, 2019