I can't get enough of this band. I like to think this is what the Lisbon sisters' band would have sounded like had they not all succumbed to mass suicide. They're pretty and dreamy like a video of your favorite memory slowed down.
I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet. -Sylvia Plath