Whitepicketfence Regret. EP
Sonically undulating, turbulent at times, calm at times, with a changing pace, width, and depth reflecting the Delaware River. Each of the single-word song titles cast a quiet, brooding sorrow that mirrors the melancholy desperation of the songs that, at times, stab through the blanket of ache they’ve created to disrupt the whole feel from dull sorrow to jarring heat. I don’t think I’ve ever said this (ever, at all, ever-never-ever), but I think the songs could be five-to-seven minutes longer. This is a fucking great record if this is the kinda thing you are into. I really dig it.