And I’m back with another brand new song, released on new music Friday, in digital format. The new Nomadic Firs song was recorded two years ago, along with most of the upcoming album. I have no release date for it yet, and I’m still putting some flavor on part of the record. On the new song “Bazooka” its obvious the Nomadic Firs project is continuing to develop the psychedelic sounds its known for. The brand new music is aiming to provide motion, flowering in lush, somewhat fantastical sounds. It uses texture to invoke nature. The sounds jump out of the speakers, creating a dynamic that is not flat but bubbling. Play the new song.

Lyrics

All the ups
In the moons
Pretty butter cups

Head is stuck
With the groups
All this color dust

Wash it up
In detune
Weirdo coma
Blues

Early wine
Too divide
Shake out all
The flukes

Flutters with
Bazooka dudes
Shredded paper stuff

Running wild
Witches brews
Feather drops your tough

Gold hats
Richest hues
Loud ass pickup trucks

Very caring
Strangers muse
Let it stand up

Every range
Follows you
All your covers die

See the Devils
Desert ride
All you’ll be is mine

Then these tapes
No suprise
We’re on those pills too

Faded cracks
Above your eyes
Drop all the rules

Photography by Logan Huiskamp
Design by Ryan Boos