A love letter to a city that is becoming unrecognizable to itself, set against the promise and melancholy of spring. The sonic textures aim to capture something of the scale and beauty of the valley in the area below the Bloor Viaduct. – Jonathan Tyrrell
Went out drifting eastbound on the viaduct in the rain,
High above the valley in the belly of a train,
Now I’m standing still on Dundas, the sun in my eyes,
I am faithless anonymous as the exodus passes by
New full-length album AVALON coming to you JULY 10 explores Toronto’s psychogeography through themes of social upheaval, love and loss, economic collapse, exile and mid-life crisis.
Ketch Harbour Wolves
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