Softly, soflty. No loud noises. Girls are sweet but so are boyses calm, like attic cobwebs. In filtered silence, light knows dust is diamonds. Softly, soflty blowing whispers. Found her standing where I kissed her. Good dreams please come and find me. May I leave peace behind me in a trail of dusted ivy.
Just a victim of the big bang, propagator of freak-slang. Just a buyer of brand name. Just a harbinger of doomsday.
I'm in a race through traffic, in a box in the attic. I'm in love with death and I fuck these ashes. Come armed with matches and a bag of gasoline, 30 cans of whipped cream. Dirty hands can wash clean. I've overdosed on sun screen. I'm comatose, a lung bean. Red hot like a sunbeam. Hosed down with a wet dream. Rained on with a shit stream and a fear of supreme being.
A compelling mix of acid jazz, psychedelic rock, and downtempo grooves make for a uniquely funky listening experience. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 14, 2023
Dusty Patches collaborates with visual artist Jennifer Cronin to create an ambient album chronicling climate change in Newtok, Alaska. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 6, 2022