A sound born in a storm. This is what happened when a bird fell from the sky and foxes followed us home. This is supernatural, homespun honesty. This is soup, at 4am. This is a map of the stars that trace our fate. This is paprika tea. This is animal instinct. This is our story. Our music.
This is the sound that came from a gorge . This is what happened when lovers cut each other’s hair with a samurai sword. This is inside out and up ‘n’ down. This humble creation from this hibernation. Baring and purging. This is defining heroes. This is katsu curry & fermented pears. This could be winter. These are our scars. This is our music.
This is the chaos of living with panthers in a house by the sea, where ravens share their secrets with those who speak their language. This is our allegiance to our ancestors and the salt in our Bourbon. Two years of travelling the sun, we are finally home.
These guys are powerful and soft. Grips the heart and the imagination with vivid imagery, telling stories of the wild
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