And every hours seem to blend
And every hours seem to grow enough to slim
And every year is on the way to the ten following
There is no common way to glory
And every pavement moves forward
Bringing with itself road and trees
And every man that walks on it moves at the speed of sound
There is no common way to hope
And every hour seems to blend
And every year is on the way to the ten following
There is no common way to glory
There is no common way to hope
Charming German indie pop with the keen melodic sensibilities and melancholic undercurrent of some of the style's best practitioners. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 26, 2021
Despite its themes of isolation and loneliness, Caroline White's latest batch of folk-pop confessionals is an LP brimming with confidence. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 7, 2019