We've moved cities and downsized from 5 to 3 members, moving more towards an electronic spectrum. Please find here our growing pains, including new takes on old repertoire, alongside covers and new material. Don't take it for granted. These sounds may come and go as we progress.

TORONTO DEMOS 2016

Moving Back

End Of The Road By Adrian From Towers & Trees

Waves By Tape Echo

Quiet Storm

The future came and went in the mildly discouraging way that futures do.

Larry's Lament

"She captured the spot of my world’s centre and sent me in elliptic rings about it, causing the ground beneath me to vanish and the breath of my lungs to disperse. I was a rock locked in helpless orbit."

Wind & Rain

Omens

Trapped up creepy version of Insomnia by Djinn XVII. Why does Fivetone's voice sound so familiar?

Djinn XVII - Insomnia Ft. Fivetone

Lyrics:

The weight of these hands is more than a man should bear along his sides
The things that they've done, the battles they've won, the faces they've held in the night
They've traced the contours of your back and remember every line
And now that you're gone, though they are strong, they cannot turn back the tide

The soles of these feet put holes in the street from dusk until the light
And all of these steps they'd rather forget, so dense, so worn, so tired
They're trying to find their way back to the comfort of your fire
And though they are old, they'll trudge through the cold, weighed down by this desire
And I will never be a star, I'll always be a moon...

This cratered old skull is feeling the pull like earth's lone satellite
And all of these thoughts circling like moths, all clouds and no insight
It's longing for your fingertips to brush against its sides
And the pressing of your lips before closing its eyes
To float adrift in space with you, forgetting about time
To be so close our orbits lock and gravities combine

And I will never be a star
And I will never be a star
And I will never be a star
I'll always be a moon...

Warm Harm (DEMO)

Lyrics:

In this light, you look golden
Motes float slowly down where you can hold them
In the calm of your palm, like a poem
In your eyes, gold glows molten

In this fire, old forms smolder
Pour your ore over and try to remold her
Into the calm of your palm, where you can hold her
In this night, we start over

Alchemy (DEMO)

Good Evening.

We were born on a haunted island where it always rains but have since run away from it. We have come to rest at the foot of a small mountain in a city that is constantly trying to kill us. These are the choices we have made.

Please watch your step.

Les Monstres Terribles

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