Love Note About Town

Riddle me this,
Riddle me that
Tell me why people who sit on their hats
Twiddle their thumbs
When posed with a choice
Between doing what's right, and just making noise?
Sounds that you make
When nobody listens
Expire like lonely, moist bread in your kitchen
Preserve what you have
Lest you dare take a risk
On the potency of a pair of fighting fish
Vivid gills and such strong, veiny tails
Occur preternaturally
As they swim beside whales
Who awake to the thunder of tanker waves
And will only rest once they've filled up their graves
With the voices of gulls
And the breath of the fish
Whose ripples nearby always prompt them to wish
Upon a derivative star at night
For the strength to be true
And to do
What is right.

Little Fury

So, we've got another album's worth or more of songlings that we've written in the last six months, which you will be hearing at upcoming shows along with Telepathic High Five songs.
Watch for mixups and switchups, hear the songs evolve.
New sounds, new sights, but always just the two of us.

(Also, new musical projects underway, involving each of us, but not necessarily only us, or even us.)

Our BIG MAY TOUR is booked and dates will be announced shortly! We'll be hitting four or five provinces but most shows will be in our beloved Nova Scotia. Back just in time for my birthday. Somebody had better bake me a giant vegan cake. How old am I? Oftentimes, even I forget. Chocolate, please.
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"(Telepathic High Five) carries forward their sound, which condenses nearly every important ’90s alt-rock touchstone into sharp blasts of post-grunge fury."
Local Record article, for your reading pleasure.