Gentle Justin Ringle and his delightful band of Horse Feathers have been making little folk souffle’s for the last while; light, delicate, sensitive ballads whose prettiness belies their subject matter.
Here’s Curs in the Weeds, sung amid actual weeds. Look how preeeeetttyyyyy…
Of fickle faith,
cynics that seethe,
how their children are cursed,
cursed to believe.
They’ve also more or less reinvented Nirvana’s Drain You in their cover, which is something you really should experience.
One baby to another says I’m lucky to have met you
I don’t care what you think unless it is about me