Gath’ring clouds in our spacious skies. Amber waves blocked out from God’s holy light. Purple mountains are rising up tonight. Heroes proved in liberating strife. More than self country loved, mercy more than life. We’re the earthquake, we’re the fist, we’re the knife. America! America! America! May God thy gold refine. If you’re lost in the dark with no light, you will love 45. Day is dawning, the bells about to chime. America! America! America! May God thy gold refine. America! America! America! Every gain devine. America! You’re panning for gold. America! You’re selling your soul. America! Your forefathers lied. America! You cultivate 45.
This Michigan-based trio trip, swirl, and echo their way through 11 songs of psychedelic, surf-tinged, garage rock. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 27, 2015