You woke me in the night with your beating drum
of copper pins and elk skin. The shook notes
from your sulphurous drum, resounding, spoke
into droning dark and through snow.
Further off a forked beam of purging white
hissed from mechanical mouth, jaw of some
god-beast bull-like and billowing smoke
swaddled close to the house frame's glow.
Brother, your hammer's mind lashing so bold,
I fear your miner's will's furnace will crack
in your throat. Sulphurous drum, sonorous drone
resounding, resounding through smoke.
A handful of intimate folk monologues set to soft, simple arrangements. We recorded this ep with Tyler in a cabin near where we once lived in northern Alberta. Goose Lake
Stark, folk-derived songs built on brittle acoustic guitars that conjure the image of a fire burning in the distance on a dark night. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 8, 2022