At the Britt Festival watching DUG open up for Shakey Graves
On a gorgeous day like it was, you just didn't have to think too hard about it.
On a gorgeous day like it was, you just didn't have to think too hard about it.
Lays credit for the magic of attraction right where it belongs: in that meddlesome instinct towards personal worship.
A beautiful example of how well great songwriting can generate crossover appeal.
Does capitalism teach us to love a screen more than we love ourselves?
Bringing contemplative rock back to the country music capital of the world.
Mixes thick, fuzzy guitar riffs with a snappy drum pocket and a hummable melodic hook.
It could be a crush, it could be the real deal, in the moment there is no difference.
The exact kind of riff-driven, rhythmic pop that we love to promote on this channel.
We explore consciousness as a conduit towards deeper understanding of the universe.
Recounts a formative childhood memory through the lens of undiagnosed OCD and religious anxiety.
In times of chaos, let the truth-tellers make art of the madness.
Some people got a larynx that's built different.
This is a mantra of preparation, of a warlike commitment to a previously-specified outcome, dressed with the trappings of slowcore fuzz rock.
Explores the aftermath of a failed relationship that is fraught with images of heartbreak and missed opportunity.
This is a song about the girl that you party with.
Channels a sense of the angst and world-weary wisdom that comes from a life on the front lines of medical emergency.
We learn to acquiesce to the 'moonlight prison' that lives in all of us.
Faucett's music draws from the landscapes of rural Arkansas as well as an insatiable curiosity for exploring the unknown.
A mesh of Folktronica & indie rock that feels as light as a cloud in the sky.
Offers a message of resilience in the face of the kind of circumstances that keep knocking you down.