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A flamboyant deciever; one who attracts customers through tricks or jokes
—try not to read too much into that. We were looking for a name and Michael read it in between dry heaves in a bathroom stall somewhere in Spain.
Because he's cultured.
“Borne on an Elliott Smith cusp, with a moon rising in Cat Stevens/Tea for the Tillerman winsome pop. You’re enveloped by something poignant and equal parts elated taking a flying leap, while shredding and pounding out trippy folk-rock hues. These are the cakes on the tea menu. Order in abundance.”
—Laurie Gallardo, KUTX Austin Music Minute
We formed in 2016 after having played in several other bands for years; The Hand of Fate slapped all those projects around a bit but thankfully we are way into that kind of thing.
That and biting.
Driven by conversational, often sardonic lyrics paired with heavily stylized and equally intertwined idiosyncrasies we’ll be attempting to jump over the Springfield Gorge that is your heart. There is a good possibility we will plunge to our bloody death. Thank you.
GARAGE Rock // Indie Folk // Hippie Crippler
Another filthy Austin band cashing in our drink tokens and falling in love all too quickly XOXO