My first and foremost memory is staring up in wonder at the wall. It circumscribed the city—they said beyond it nothing dwelt at all. But I came to wonder if the stories all were true, so one night I made my mind up—I resolved that I would find a passage through. And as I made my plans my head would spin and swiftly dance between the whys. Like why the roads were all dead ends—why we’d no word to name the color of the sky? And why did these tunnels lead me deep beneath the streets? When I was through I lit my lamp with something soft and green and damp beneath my feet. And I don’t know the way—but I know that I belong out here—on this journey that I never thought I’d make. Setting out across a new frontier—a new horizon with each eager step I take. As the stars begin to fade, I stride to meet the breaking day and breathe it in. It rakes over my tongue, so crisp and cool inside my lungs, against my skin. And I see the colors burst and bloom beneath the dawn—the brilliance overwhelms me, leaves me wondering what new world I’m even on.
Another devastatingly beautiful batch of indie rock confessionals from Ontario singer, producer, and multi-instrumentalist Linnea Siggelkow. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 28, 2024