Nothing I could say
Would ever explain
The way that you made me tremble
In love and in pain
It hurts me to say
Now my blood is turning black
I’m the bearer of a sigil of darkness
Did I ever want this
A curse upon the name that I was born with
And it reads, “disquiet and restless”
With that curse upon her lips and the will to never tire
Here she comes, my angel on wings of fire
So if I promised you I’d pull myself together
Would you think that I was broken
What the hell are you still doing
Pulling open ancient wounds
Well I’ll tell you
I’m worse off than you
Clouds of rain and peals of thunder rolling open like a scroll
Making way for her descent, she bears a reading of my soul
It’s that curse upon her lips and the will to never tire
Here she comes, my angel on wings of fire
With their blend of playfulness and graduate-level instrumentation, Dorcha deftly prove that improvisational zeal and conservatory-level precision aren't mutually exclusive. Bandcamp Album of the Day Nov 16, 2020
A fantastic new LP from Bristol’s Chris Barrett, “Post Yoga” presents 10 songs suffused in eerie mystery, riveting from start to finish. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 26, 2021