spent the winter thinking about the old things as the new ones began to take shape.
"the wolf singing is interesting," one says.
"the solo is inexcusable. the drums are inexcusable, it's all inexcusable," says another.
"do you want to try it again?" said a letter from elsewhere.
we thought about trying it again.
we came to a decision. we said "okay."
and then we made this over the course of a remarkably sunny february weekend, reanimating these songs as we watched the sunset over a denny triangle parking lot.
five songs from last year in their definitive and e[g]ligible versions.
7". 300 copies, white vinyl from the sounds of sweet nothing. no repress.