I’m pushing through the living room, towards the chandelier, into a mass of mouths and hands clamoring to hear all the songs I can’t remember. And I’m afraid they’ll swallow me if I don’t find the words. The weight of expectation’s loud, it’s faceless but it’s heard. I felt my body drifting down Portage Road, towards the sound of music on Cottage Grove. Now I’m swaying like the chandelier inside,
The songs on the latest from Worriers hurtle forward breathlessly, with hook after hook topped by scorching vocal melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 16, 2023