Liquor melts into your heart, starbursts on your tongue. Waking up to restless minds drowned, in memories.
“Winters of my Youth”, starts off with a slow melody, but soon gives you no room to breathe and makes you want to hop into the center of a mosh pit to just thrash around. With a vibe that combines the angst of SWMRS and the placidity of Mt. Eddy, you can’t help but feel right at home. With lyrics, “Texting you at 2am / Cause I just want to be your friend” and “Waking up at 9am / I start to glance over our texts / Some things were said, some things were read”, BBQ Pope are not only relatable, but catchy and satirical.