For a surprisingly long time I was in a band called Snow aka Snowdrone aka Snow,drone and possibly even Snow(drone).
The band officially no longer exists.
We were described as Manchester's Premier Lo FI Half Arsed Drone Band. By Ourselves.
No streaming site will accept the recordings we did.
Here's a dropbox link i'll probably leave here.
At least one of the songs had words.
Here they are:
When they found the bodies
Takes a hardy shovel
To make a hole that fits
This precious cargo
Dragged onto the lawn
Spends the night performing
This silent ritual
Then comes the morning
The fresh earth levelled out
Underneath the soil
The evidence will rot
From the highest window
Eyes have watched with fear
When they found the bodies
The wounds were still intact
Wrapped in black
Emeralds for eyes
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