I want you to know what I forgive you for, now that you’re all ashes anyway. Every step into the river pushes you further away. I want you to hear the farm apologize for letting you believe you could return. I want you to dream in all the languages we couldn’t learn. I want you to write my name under your name, with the year I was born and you began to disappear. I want you to watch the generations sprawl, constellations in a northern sky. I want all the satellites to circle you when you arrive. I want every highway sign to remember we were here. I want you to take your time to disappear.
Winged Wheel anchor their Space Age grooves in rock, the muscle of drum and bass and guitar undergirding wild flights of fancy. Bandcamp Album of the Day May 3, 2024
I feel Japandroids are growing into a Canadian version of Andrew W. K, a total expression of masculine healthy positivity without constantly declaring themselves as such or shaping everything into a manifesto.
There's also a certain muscular Canadiana that you can see in bands like The Hip, or Constantines.
It's really cool to see a duo grow into confidence from Post-Nothing, and as someone who _really_ connected with that album's anxieties, they give me both hope and an aspirational model. Gaelan D'costa