When he thinks he always shouts but he will never scream
Can't untie his tongue inside the cage just like his dreams
The holy ghosts will think of him while he forgets his face
No one sees his bloodshot eyes long before the chase
Walking through a crowd and never says a word out loud
Masking his insanity he never runs his mouth
Wondering away from the light when he howls at the moon
Keeping himself company to save us from his doom
The UK upstarts' debut veers from sunny, psychedelic folk to bristling post-punk with reckless abandon without ever missing a beat. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 18, 2024
Winter McQuinn mixes soft rock and psychedelic folk for a sound reminiscent of classic pop purveyors like Cut Worms and the Lemon Twigs. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 16, 2024