safehouses on fire

Safehouses on fire: So we fell in love with all of our pro-longed goodbyes
Out now on How Is Annie Records

The two desperate poets and riders of melancholy slowly paint you into a corner with their dwelling but epic memories. It sounds like your train has just left the station and in your pocket you find a worn and faded Polariod portraying a distant, almost recognizable figure. What was the color of her dress? The sky thickens with dreams as the sound of vulnerability and sublimity creeps in through your walls. These masters of discreet catharsis and indirect clarity catches and conveys the essence of unspoken goodbyes, and bring it directly to you with these three tracks that will slowly burn away the floor underneath your feet.