I'm fucking filthy from the knees down
and the hands up to my elbows
I am numb to the sound of fan blows
drowning out the motown sound on the PA
the package said please don't forget
your handles and flanges
I am so beat up my head is covered in bandages
don't look know it's coming down
what are you doing Sunday?
Colin named you captain 'cause your name's like whisky
or was it rum, I can't remember now
a ball hit into left-field hits you in the eye
and makes you cry tears of blood all night
ocular sockets you isn't mending up quite yet
supported by 4 fans who also own “Handles and Flanges”
In a more perfect world, this band would blaring out of every radio on Earth. The lyrics, the vocals, the just-outta-teens snark and earnestness... so much to love. paulimboden
The gentle lo-fi songs on the latest phoneswithchords LP develop their granular sketches of childhood and coming of age into full portraits. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 25, 2023
Charming German indie pop with the keen melodic sensibilities and melancholic undercurrent of some of the style's best practitioners. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 26, 2021
Despite its themes of isolation and loneliness, Caroline White's latest batch of folk-pop confessionals is an LP brimming with confidence. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 7, 2019
supported by 4 fans who also own “Handles and Flanges”
These guys remind me A LOT of old school REM. Not in the sense of being derivative but rather they've filled the gap left by that band's retirement. BRAVO good sirs. Timothy Carr