I'm treading on dusty shoes
Keepin up with your deadbeat blues
I'm cooking up something new
If I follow through
I'll mess around with golden hair
Hell maybe it would go somewhere
Hell maybe it would bite my back
Never hurt like that
Now he's standing on my shoulder
As we pass through town
Gonna tell me what I oughta do
And he won't come down
This Toronto group's sound unabashedly hearkens back to the bouncy indiepop of the Darling Buds and the Primitives. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 11, 2019