"a human sacrifice for little hands and eyes / hid behind a grave / it was a truth that it bloomed into a lie / behind a passing train / they want to tell you / that it's all the same / they bring blood now / to the baseball game..."
The darkly drawn poetry of "Gnome" by Charlottesville, Virginia based indie rocker's Films on Song, might have me vexed (sometimes I'm not to bright) but that doesn't dissuade me from falling for this song. The heavy, vast indie rock guitar leads and progs, big rolling bass and punch driven drums with tentacles into jangle pop that has the kind of obtuse energy of proto indie bands like Magazine, like Pavement has me smiling and bobbing my head.
Anyway I like lyrics that feel sort of hallucinogenic or steeped in pop culture shifts or the mythos of other times and places, so maybe I am feeling a bit of Black Francis, Malkmus, Isaac Brock, all at once and that ain't bad, not bad at all.
"a human sacrifice for little hands and eyes / hid behind a grave / it was a truth that it bloomed into a lie / behind a passing train / they want to tell you / that it's all the same / they bring blood now / to the baseball game..."
-Robb Donker Curtius
https://open.spotify.com/artist/2t7QTR605blWfLiAQaEG7y
https://www.instagram.com/filmsonsong/
https://filmsonsong.bandcamp.com/track/gnome
Films on Song
A slacker's dream of carefree indie pop based out of Charlottesville, Va.
THE FACTS AS WE KNOW THEM
https://open.spotify.com/artist/2t7QTR605blWfLiAQaEG7y
https://www.instagram.com/filmsonsong/
https://filmsonsong.bandcamp.com/track/gnome
Films on Song
A slacker's dream of carefree indie pop based out of Charlottesville, Va.
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