ORLANDO:
I DON’T WANT TO LIVE IN MY IMAGINATION
I CAN’T PRACTICE ANY LONGER FOR THIS PART
I WON’T SPEND ANOTHER SECOND ON THE PAINT BY NUMBER PATTERN OF HER HEART
YOU’VE TAUGHT ME HOW TO SEE UNDERNEATH MY FANTASY
BUT THERE’S NOTHING LEFT FOR ME TO LEARN IN THEORY
I CAN’T GO ON THINKING
NOW I NEED TO FEEL!
I’M READY TO LOVE HER FOR REAL
IF ONLY SHE’D BE HERE FOR REAL
Dave is the master of writing endings that instill an ethereal feeling of hope within the person who experiences it. The Field is a perfect cap to the end of Octet and by itself it fills me with the calm tranquility of acceptance in situations where I feel like everything is wrong, like I'm unworthy of everything I have and happiness itself. It always reminds me to not waste anymore of my weird and precious time, arguing the nonsense of the wheel. playton
This album: wow. It's perfect--not just because of the wonderfully grounded-in-the-quotidian but also numinous lyrics. Not just because of the gorgeous and musically meaningful arrangements or the superb artistry. Perfect also because it miraculously captures our individual and national grief, dread, and, maybe, hope-- or at least the sun on a hazelnut tree. A work of art from a humane artist who is an compassionate and careful observer of our time and place. Thank you! marymcd
New York duo showcase an enigmatic blend of math rock guitars, pop-punk sing-a-longs, emo confessionals, and even rave-ready synths. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 15, 2023