A quiet tide underneath the open skies, quiet tide
Over time we all see with Midas’ eyes, over time
All alone in the space of one breath
All at once you’ve become bored to death
The divide, the divide is in your mind, the divide
Worlds collide but there’s only one earthkind, when worlds collide
All alone in the space of one breath
All at once you’ve become bored to death
Bored to death
It’s still raining after dark
You’ve been feigning your remarks
Things are strangely still in Ester Park
California group Floral combines dizzying guitar work with frenetic drumming for head-spinning, deeply complex post-rock. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 19, 2020