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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.
“Astrological chart reference, for whatever it’s worth: 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, heavily stylized rhythmic idiosyncrasies, and an unruly sense of self destruction we will be attempting to jump over the Springfield Gorge that is your heart. There is a good possibility we will plunge to our bloody death.
Indie ROCK // Garage FOLK //
Another filthy Austin band cashing in our drink tokens and falling in love all too quickly