Normally, I'm completely against fucking lyric videos. Mostly because I think it's a lazy way to release a music video, but also because I don't give a shit about what the actual lyrics are.
I'm a purist bro. If I think you said "take, these chicken wings, and learn to fry again" then that is what the fucking lyrics are bro. I don't need "TRUTH" to cloud my interpretation of art bro. Don't come at me like I got a flower pot head.
BUT, this new track from The feather is so genuinely gentle I would be an asshole if I didn't ask to take a peek in the bork notebook that first received such lyricism like the lyricism that is demonstrated on the track "Rays". Talk about fucking whimsy bro. The feather sound like a much more denim version of Balthazar meets Coldplay meets Lemon Jelly, and it's the type of shit that makes me want to fucking strip naked and just shake.
Picture me naked. Picture me shaking bro.
Now stalk this band and demand they become your best friends