A quartet of debutantes with a flair for extravagance, delicate melody lines, and frying pan percussion. Pop ballads with rusty vocals. The sound of your city falling to the ground, encapsulated in the delicate quaver of a violin string, and the warble of a clarinet. The rhythm of a heart beating, the sound of a train jumping the tracks, and the wind whistling through the trees, and the song of a sweet, dear bird... Take note, except for live recordings, all songs we have uploaded are subject to TOTAL REDESIGN. We have already taken down several because the redesign was so radical and we haven't recorded the new version yet. For a few more subtle songs, we left them up, and put notes on some of them. Plus, Charles is in Ireland or Scotland or one of those, for TWO WHOLE MONTHS so until then this will be a static page.