Hey is the man at the covington station
Looking my way
Now he raises his hand
Says he has a plan
I left everything I own
In an earthy motel
For some golden souls
And the rockets you understand...
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