I can see the grass poking through the back
Of the snow angel we made last night
Now it’s not so white
I can’t see the lines through the trees
Now that less things die
And we’ll wait outside
And we’ll wait till the sun separates the chemicals we’re bonded to
Like fat, distorted snowmen melting on the lawn.
The long-awaited new record from Woods feels like a stereophonic dream full of whimsical instrumentation and good vibes. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 5, 2020