Rolling and crawling like thunder under your skin. The harshness only serves to make it all more beautiful. Dynamic and melodic across waves of timing and genre. Where do you fit anything these days? Hints of too much to ache for, leaving you somewhere between post punk and emo, stretching your arms wider than sky. The packaging is smoother than liquid, and the lyrics, thankfully included, read like weather. Every word drops like rain. Nathan Ellis pushes the rain out through some elegant strain. “…moving mountains, from my mind searching for the spot where everything went to die…” and it’s almost gothic, but without being goth. It moves and is moving, we twist together, shifting rhythms at each sight of now.
Second Nature, P.O. Box 11543, Kansas City, MO 64138; http://www.secondnaturerecordings.com