The boys pad through the goosefoot
the smell of sweet cress on your hands
break the stem from running
on the summits of grasses careen
kick the seedling to the air
Sharp toothed wonder
deep in anger rage
dance in the clear wind
All this mild aggression
may it never end
Fear the sting of burning sage
& smoke of bitter barks,
come whistling "nothing more under the sun"
Sharp toothed wonder
deep in anger rage
lift with youth & speed
The earth is a provider
for nettles in the winds
& grass stains on your knees
A little wisp that waves against them
the seed of wing & stone
And underneath a singing vesper
becomes so hard to hold
Hearing this was like discovering Desire, or London Calling for the first time. Derivative yet original, the songs are immediate and the melodies will get stuck in your ear for days. tideracer
Nashville’s Passion Fruit Boys nail the effervescent janglepop of ’80s college radio with bright guitars and immediate hooks. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 1, 2022