You were there, as there as you could be. And when I felt that I could breathe, opened my mouth, but I was choking on all the air to breathe. And all in the city, they were singin in Chinese. And I saw you stare without my heart feelin a thing. Were we not like lightning, longing to see? Aw but I was covered with orange. Everything was orange. And the hard morning told that it couldn't be so.
The Brooklyn-based artist takes on the many sides of nightlife in the city with elegant and eccentric homemade pop. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 29, 2021
Pretty avant-pop with simple instrumentation and gentle bite from New York's Garcon No.1 cleverly subverts the torch song. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 13, 2020