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ain't it sad by Sleepy Poetry

Sleepy Poetry are dream-poppy, like The Wizard of Oz's dreamy poppies, best listened to pull yourself into slumber, late-nite, as you unpack the day's sum of dialogue, perform existential calculations, assess who-am-I assays. "I think too much, / I always will," sings Jody Bettencourt, backing that claim throughout ain't it sad with lyrical verve.

Stylistically, the band's got the dream pop vibes, the reverb wetted snares and sustained synth, the moody middle frequency guitars, a touch dissonant. And, of course, like any forgiving band, the whole production's tempo is set to danceable. There's also a sense that this Asheville, North Carolina band could be lost descendants of new wave but... namecalling genres is for those who don't dance at Coachella.

Consider the first two tracks a warm-up, Sleepy Poetry stretching their limbs for their new explorations in synth. In the second half, this record hits even harder. The stellar finisher "Talking (Saying Nothing)" juxtaposes an endless drip with mindless babble, and showcases a sticky chorus one can imagine being shouted along by a dedicated, house show crowd.

Sleepy Poetry delves into the self-aware particulars, but seeks release from all the swirl, too; "Thinkin bout the wind blowing away my wasted body kinda soothes my soul." If these songs arise from sleepy poems, what happens when this band jolts awake and fully realizes their vision? You can kinda sense the results will be pretty dreamy. Released 5/3/19. Listen below and follow their Instagram here or Facebook here.

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