Featured Redshift A 12-song album to soundtrack moonsilvered night drives on the patchy back roads of a sprawling soundscape—out where the county lines of art-folk, indie rock, and Americana meet.
Blog Nothing's scarier than silence in "We're All Going to the World's Fair" An analysis of a slow-burn, coming-of-age horror that asks the most important spiritual question of our times: “What if the internet's a demon we summon into our lives by posting on it?”
Music Video Featured A Cross on a Gravel Road (Music Video) WARNING: Spirits in the mirror are closer than they appear in this midwest ghost story.
Blog Mike Viola’s “Paul McCarthy” is an open love letter to classic rock An album review (sorta), but mostly a look at the craft of veteran songwriter/producer operating at the top of his game
Blog How to make peace with "the unsatisfying grunt labor" of writing On Rick Bass, the spirituality of working at your craft, and fighting for what makes you feel free
Blog Featured Kill the part of you that cringes Let he who has not been cringe cast the first ironically detached subtweet
Video Homemade Horror Show '23 Every October since 2018, on a coffin-black night in Chicago, local indie filmmakers and horror buffs gather to make their offerings to Homemade Horror Show—an annual anthology of indie horror/comedy shorts.
The Okay Lakes Watch a live, solo version of “Cracks” A stripped-down, live, solo version of "Cracks" from our debut show at the Hideout in Chicago last August
lyrics A Handful of Mud So Before we go There’s something you ought to know There are bones In the shipwrecks below Holding their dying pose And they went Clawing for breath Clinging to hope that They would make it Out Mmm Out And when The panic sets in And your body betrays you
lyrics (The Graves of the Glaciers) (The lapping of waves—as the moon fingerpicks gently the morning lake water—mixes with indecipherable, ancient, whispered secrets about the true nature of the universe, time, being, etc., all suddenly grasped at last, albeit ephemerally)
lyrics Till the End Time Begins Blue bleeds through the blinds Another new year The same old lang synes Come… come… I saved your birthday cards “Your twenties,” you wrote “are gonna be hard” But there’s empty fifths in your trash And there’s questions that I’m too terrified to ask Yeah… Feel the
lyrics Old Bruise Your uncle’s on his shit again Four fingers of Midleton Nursing all his lone regrets Laughing off his eulogy That all the fools he used to be And all the men he might have been Wound up him instead What will you have when you’re looking back Once
lyrics Hallelujah Clouds Let a light down through the clouds I swore this storm would break by now It billows and it drums But nothing ever comes And my heart is wearing out Beaten like a cornered mouse Hoping for a sign A peace I just can’t find What if nothing ever
lyrics Redshift It’s the 42nd parallel But half of this bar They talk like they’re from somewhere else With a fake southern drawl It’s like I turned the AM dial Sliding through to get a beer I’ll stick around a little while But I don’t wanna be
lyrics Days Burn Down I hear the drum of a desperate moth Caught in the screen and glass The streetlights reach in through the curtain cloth Stretching the shadows cast We pick ourselves from the city’s teeth Throw some worn-out record on And each of our breaths is deafening In the silence between
lyrics The Life I'll Leave You Do those sirens always blow? Did this time bomb finally explode? They want you all in cities now Herded on the coasts The center cannot hold And you’ll be armed with nothing but your conscience when it goes If you make it out you can stay with me, yeah
lyrics A Trusty Lie The ninth drink delivers The lines you've prewritten And a voice like yours admits no wrong I swirl the ice inside my glass Drowning out the very last words I should say I guess that Everybody’s got a trusty lie they tell We fool ourselves with our
lyrics Cracks All the trees flail their skeleton hands Warning us to double back We trudge through the boot prints Strangers cut through this And make it out in someone else’s tracks Gentler weather held you together But this rough stretch rends your seams The sidewalks go jagged And the highways
