Brian Noyes: Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Mellotron, Moog, Percussion
Bryan Appleby: Drums
Lizzy Ellison: Vocals
Dillon Sturtevant: Vocals, Guitar, Percussion
Jake Brady: Percussion

The Swimmer

Brian Noyes: Vocals, Guitars, Organ, Celeste, Vibraphone, Percussion
Abbey Blackwell: Upright Bass

Seelie Court

Brian Noyes: Vocals, Guitars, Organ, Harpsichord, Drums, Percussion
Jake Brady: Bass
Abbey Blackwell: Upright Bass, Vocals
Lizzy Ellison: Vocals
Kyle Hurt: Vocals
Richard Tripps: Vocals

Sally Knew The Words

Indie Pop, Dreampop, Hypnagogic Pop, Chillwave, Jangle Pop, Neo-Psychedelica, Bedroom Pop, Indie Rock, Alternative

let it go

Indie Pop, Dreampop, Jangle Pop, Ethereal Wave, Indie, Alternative

many dark actors (playing their parts)

𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐬 ♥
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© 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏 - 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐬
℗ 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

𝐋𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐬 / 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫 / 𝐕𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐌𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫
𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧
𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐬 / 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤

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black dahlia - EP Version

selfish selflessness

antimony

bedroom sun

Taken from the upcoming Heather Garnish album, "DEVO At My Funeral", to be released on Substatik Recordings early 2026.

Lyrics:

[verse]

In the drawing room they’ve turned the chairs
All facing where she is no longer
Silver forks dance to the question mark of the life cycle
On corkscrew plates with no permission
The teapot whistling under scattered breath
About the bodies she never had
And every slice is just a guess
At why she isn’t here instead

[chorus]

The edges quake
On Mrs. Peacock’s funeral cake
The thighbones shake
For Mrs. Peacock’s funeral cake

[verse]

The icing sweats in the summer gloom
Candles bend towards the floor
A photograph in the floral frame
Keeps walking out the door
Someone’s hidden Tanqueray in the cream again
To make the sweetness lie just like
Mrs. Peacock did when she said she’d be here
And crumbs collect in little piles
And Mrs. Peacock will never walk on by

[chorus]

The edges quake
On Mrs. Peacock’s funeral cake
The thighbones shake
For Mrs. Peacock’s funeral cake

[bridge]

Some say it was poison in the custard
A cyanide dream in good sharp time
Where are all her Sunday dresses
That refused to stand in line
Now the knife rests in the butter
Waiting for her olden hand
But the only one who’s cutting cake
Is the lady with the bloody hand
[chorus]

The edges quake
On Mrs. Peacock’s funeral cake
The thighbones shake
For Mrs. Peacock’s funeral cake

[outro]

One last plate to clear away
Mrs. Peacock’s funeral cake
Still warm…
Oh
There she is

Mrs. Peacock's Funeral Cake

𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫/𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐥-𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐬 ♥

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