Old as summer, light as feather, no troubles to be remembered; They were to be free. Off they would float, free as the wind blows, never to find a home and that’s what they traded the devils for their souls. Old as summer, made of feather, as good as tethered to each passing breeze. Off they would float, free as the wind blows, never to find a home and that’s what they traded the devils for their souls. The air on the wind was sweet and whispered to them each to come home, to do anything to come home.
A vibrant vision of "Central Americana" from the Costa Rica-based artist, blending heartland devotionals with playful Tropicália grooves. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 27, 2022
The indie folk duo revisit their 2015 set at Atlanta's Symphony Hall with a robust live LP benefitting Georgia non-profit Fair Fight. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 16, 2020