Goodbye, little era hardly knew ya
There’s a road sign, advertisement, all must go
The old man, did not die, but he don’t live here
So it’s over, to the corner and beyond
They can’t see the change
Whole existence down the drain
A different voice is taking over
Close the book
Folsom, has the artwork, but the artists left
All gone, let the future, pay the rent
Some day, archaeologists will ponder
What we stood for, in our short-lived dynasty
They can’t see the change
Whole existence down the drain
A different voice is taking over
Close the book
An old bedroom pop favorite out of the UK. Goes on a real journey from folk to synthpop and outdoes itself as it goes. LOVE "Skipmaid," "Girl From Barri Island," "Nest Longs to Play Cricket" GLAT
Often dark and bleak but often quite shimmery and beautiful. Literally goes well with nature. Favorites: "Cardboard", "Panna a Netvor", "Gilroy" and "A Wilderness." It gon' haunt you! GLAT
Boston post-punk outfit Junk Ranchers broke up in 1986 before this, their debut album, was released; darkly melodic, it's a long-lost gem. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 22, 2020