Stadiums & Shrines


Eyes shine like sequins in the evening, wild things run on ivory coasts… the dialogue on II is nothing short of tropic fantasy. And there’s something particularly effective about the way it ends, the way everything comes down. Thick air shifts on a drum fill, rain strums in, all doubt vaporizes with one “I do want you.”

Mathemagic | Beechwood
Mathemagic | Forget

Dream in what precedes it at bandcamp.

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