Music

And the voices, everywhere, but its just a melody; this song is a gang of ghosts, kicking up air in unison.

RIVVRS encapsulates the quintessence of what it means to have purpose: everyone has a spark, and a choice of whether or not to let it die.

With drums as dry as a hay bale its got that clean roots mix and a throaty voice like a choked-up troubadour.

The gentle flow of the laid-back drums works with the brittle reverb on those snare fills to set up the airy drops.

Its a slinky and surprisingly spacious groove thing with an airy falsetto like a beat-up fog horn.

Honey is a moving ode to the reverb of years past, using elements both archaic and refreshed to paint a sad form on the canvas of our collective mind.

It feels like this song was found in the belly of a ship that was lost at sea; not so much written as discovered.

Alex Vickery buries the hatchet of her bad love in the fertile ground of modern Indie Pop.