You were driving to me
I was here at home
I was looking out the window
I was in my zone
When I looked to my left and saw it
I was losing control
Turn the lane now baby
Don't drown on your own
Water's rising, quiet, I can see it in my head
Holding onto the songs
I look at my hands
And there it leaps in front of me
And then it shows me who I am and who I'll be
And all of time I'd ......
Up there with Joe's best -- it feels like it pulls from every record he's done before while still being completely distinct from any Cymbals record in the way it combines the psychedelia and accessibility with some of the lushest, most ornately arranged music I've heard. Plus the guitars still rock, the solos fucking slap, and the ballads somehow slap just as hard. The narrative based lyrics also hit a sweet spot in Joe's lyricism -- direct but inventive, descriptive and endlessly compelling. Emmanuel Castillo
Effervescent pop without a drop of irony, perfectly geared for fans of the more dance-oriented side of indie music and Tears for Fears. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 2, 2023