Small Sound EP: http://www.smarturl.it/SmallSoundEP

Mean Streets

Stream 'Greyout' now: https://listen.niceguysrecords.com/greyout

The American-Brazilian duo returns with his third single ‘Greyout’. Currently under construction, Abby Coles & Slowaves's Lowne project promises to be an evergreen one. ‘Greyout’ is a dreamy, atmospheric track tinted by the sensual groove of ‘70s soul in the vein of Kali Huchis’s aesthetic. ‘Greyout’ is the perfect piece to get away from it all with its slow rhythm and beautiful synths and vocals.

Greyout

Lowne - Greyout

Fit Me In

Young

From "Yours Conditionally" released March 10, 2017

Yours Conditionally

Fields Of Blue

Ladies Don’t Play Guitar

Info: www.topshelfrecords.com/roster/wild-ones
Purchase: tpshlf.co/tsr178

"Invite Me In" from the album Mirror Touch by Wild Ones — available October 6, 2017 on cassette, vinyl, CD, and digitally from Topshelf Records.

Wild Ones - "Invite Me In"

Pre-order : smarturl.it/MUNYA

I don't care the reason why I'd stay
Feeling my heart racing everyday
Only you can look at me this way
Everything I dreamed of is you and me

Tous les soirs quand tu m'appelles
Dis-moi chérie que je suis belle
Tous les soirs quand tu m'appelles
Dis-moi chérie que je suis belle
Tous les soirs quand tu m'appelles
Dis-moi chérie que je suis belle
Tous les soirs quand tu m'appelles
Dis-moi chérie que je suis belle

Tous les soirs quand tu m'appelles
Dis-moi chérie que je suis belle
Tous les soirs quand tu m'appelles
Dis-moi chérie que je suis belle
Tous les soirs quand tu m'appelles
Dis-moi chérie que je suis belle
Tous les soirs quand tu m'appelles
Dis-moi chérie que je suis belle

I don't care
Feeling my heart
Only you can look 
Everything I dreamed of is you and me

Benjamin

Underline: 
make another move, the time is on our side
Yours and mine
strange enough the war is only half on time

Where do we go from here? She said
It’s breaking my heart
Try as I may to hold together
But it’s falling apart

Best believe
Company is only ever two or three
Water down
Water down your wine, oh darling
I’ll show you how

Where do we go from here? She said
It’s breaking my heart
Try as I may to hold together
But it’s falling apart

Where do we go from here? She said
It’s breaking my heart
Try as I may to hold together
But it’s falling apart

From Here

'Runner' is the first song we wrote for our new record. It began as a guitar riff Patrick recorded while we were living off-grid, anchored in a fisherman's cove called San Juanico. The only instruments we had on board were an acoustic guitar and a drum sequencer, but the limitations seemed to work in our favor. Until that point, we had no clear vision for our writing.

The demo we recorded that day outlined the sound of our future, the first contours of our fifth full-lengthed album, called 'Swimmer,' out February 14.

Stream + download 'Runner'at https://orcd.co/runner. 

Lyrics:
Runner, I know you’re living with a wild hunger Let me make the most of us
You know you’ll never be a runner
And leave me in a cloud of dust

Living in the same old sin
I feel it blowing in the wind 
Like manna in the desert, oh 
Gonna take a miracle

Every little bead of sweat
Feel it running down my neck 
When you look at me like that 
Feeling like we can’t go back
If I become a pillar of salt
I’ll know that it was all my fault 
Every little bead of sweat
Every little bead of sweat

Runner, you’re just a bottomless pit of hunger 
Lead me to the promised land
Your manna is only a famine
Wandering the desert oh
Gonna take a miracle

Every little bead of sweat
Feel it running down my neck 
When you look at me like that 
Feeling like we can’t go back
If I become a pillar of salt
I’ll know that it was all my fault 
Every little bead of sweat
Every little bead of sweat

Let me make the most of us
You know you’ll never be a runner 
And leave me in a cloud of dust 
Leveled in a burning heat
Red Sea devouring me
Flowing over my stoned-soul 
Gonna take a miracle

Every little bead of sweat
Feel it running down my neck 
When you look at me like that 
Feeling like we can’t go back
If I become a pillar of salt
I’ll know that it was all my fault 
Every little bead of sweat
Every little bead of sweat

Ladies Don’t Play Guitar

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