You were about to leave when the clouds dissolved to rain. Your lover's car was in the way, in puddle. The air was thick like paint, opaque and vaguely colored. In the corner of the porch, you shivered and huddled.
The creek was about to burst, but we feared nothing.
It destroyed the timid soil. It pushed it to the bottom. You cried like you forgot. The house broke from the groud and slid back toward the river. It boiled and shivered, though it was just water.
All this rain, and not a drop to drink.
The creek was about to burst, but we feared nothing.
A work of cinematic reach and breadth, the latest from Nathan Moody employs strings & synths & heavy atmospheres to build worlds. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 11, 2021