two little girls from louisiana bringing back the golden past, haunting and stomping and kissing your ears
as our name might suggest, this whole thing is about us. no, it isn't snotty, is lovely. this is a celebration of our friendship, and a tribute to the warm, incubating and gritty grip the south has had on both our growing-ups. New Orleans is the pot in which we both were planted, but we grew more like sweet weeds out of a patio's small lawn, sprouting next to a long string of pearls tossed in from last nights lively garden party.
put all together, these songs act as our little reliquary altar to the southern sounds that we feel in our bones. these sounds they haunt our little ears, in and out as transparent puffs.
that rustic breath is in every southerner. these are our attempt to carry on covering the same golden standards, and there are some humble attempts to create songs that could exist among them.
we are the new southern romantics.
