Take the sceptre from the king and pass it all around to see.
Bed was small we'd fit right in,
Sleep on my face and stroke my chin,
My chest would shiver to your touch,
It's winter now, I don't know much about the cold,
And I roll over to you again,
Keep myself and know that you're right here
Take the sceptre from the king and pass it all around to see,
Take the crown from the queen and make sure she never sees.
A soaring, searing blend of indie and psych rock from Soft Walls captures the highs of early romance and the lows of depression all in one. Bandcamp New & Notable May 9, 2023
Irish music's getting good and weird and I'm here for it, yup the Podge, saw the man's arsecrack at a gig in Dublin in 2019, one of the more significant moments in my emotional development. Fabian McG&T