GREENHORSE BIO


As dawn breaks over the murky waste, twin bassists stride through the mist.

Greenhorse awakes. Wispy curls of fog creep between them and dance among

the reeds, slick with dew. Very slowly, their crystalline voices reach into the

blooming firmament. Flashing tones burst forth from their mossy guitars. And

then the beat. Velvet drumloops chase the last of the fading night as downy strips

of living sound fall to the moist earth. Greenhorse walks into the pulsing daylight

trailing ribbons of melody behind them.


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