Feeble Little Horse - Girl With Fish
Saddle Creek
Feeble Little Horse's slacker rock extravaganza, 'Girl With Fish', rallies up the sports-star honeybees and aligns them on a gorgeously contrasted dynamic - tender, but tortured. The eccentric and minute details that have been sprinkled within make it a slow-burner with a certain immediacy. It's all there to begin with, but there's a depth that reveals itself as time moves on. A joyous, but heavily melancholic, air fills these lungs.
Throw in the towel for fuck sakes, I'm tired of faking. This battering will open someone up to the reality in front of them, but it is what it is. Is there any other way? Burnt out with a slither of life left in these lungs - drowsy. On the verge of giving up - hanging in there. The edge is closer than it may seem. Oasis-like, it creeps forward. It taunts you. Teases you. Pulls the puppet strings on occasion. The pull is tidal - it comes and goes. To-and-fro. Lets up and lets in. The perfect balance between a delicate beauty and fervent ferocity resides within Girl With Fish. The soft within the sultry. The subtle within the stringent. A nice person with a sharp edge. Not to be messed with - look both ways before you cross their mind. This horse may be feeble, but its home to a nasty kick. You may just find yourself on the end of a whirlwind of unforeseeable anguish. A swift shot to the mid-section turns your insides to dust - your mind in to a melting pot. Folded like freshly scented sheets; halved with mental scars.
Things are infinitely long without you ever getting a look in. They flash past so fast that blinks don’t even get a mention. The sights, and their corresponding sounds, all merge together in to one tangible flick of the wrist.
Feeble Little Horse have captured the ever-sought after 'lightning in a bottle' moment. Although, this bottle feels full enough to fill many more many times over. Two albums under the Feeble Little Horse name, and a special something is radiating from the bands core.
I know you wanna be free.
