I had the dream again
I parked behind the burning house
and crept up the garden path (gravel, dead grass, beer cans)
I stood on my tiptoes to look in through the kitchen window
and saw a face very like mine
but with no eyes, no teeth, skin like the surface of a distant planet
and suddenly I was inside looking out, the cold glass against my forehead
and the family gathering behind me
Indianna Hale's cosmic Americana is equal parts spooky and inviting, the warm sonic palette a cushion for her eerie songs. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 17, 2023