song: "Spinster Cycle" - Rosie Tucker

"Spinster Cycle" begins with inconspicuous, fuzzy strings and Rosie Tucker's arresting vocals setting the tone for what's to come. Against the floral walls of a laundromat, as a television plays late night informercials, Tucker sings of how it all falls apart. They have such a distinct soprano, at times it's husky, matching the noisy, frenetic guitar and then there are moments where it wavers to a high note, feeling soaked in sunshine. The mood of "Spinster Cycle" so perfectly mirrors the scene it creates; breaking up in a laundromat would be bizarre and unsettling, and the song heightens to that moment and mood, concluding with Tucker repeating "our colors bleed," spinning you about in a cycle of calamity, noise and emotion. We tumble through this "Spinster Cycle" and finish feeling clean and renewed on the other side; wrung out and ready for the next step.

Rosie Tucker | song, vocals, guitar, bass Anna Arboles | guitar Jessica Reed | drums Wolfy | production Daniel Oldham | mixing Carl Saff | mastering Recorded at PieTown Sound in Burbank, California -- Photo by Cecilia Sweet Coll Artwork by Rosie Tucker -- You know the date on the oldest coin in your palm I know the names of the flowers along the back wall But I get afraid one of us is bluffing The blooms they will fade And the change will amount to nothing Nothing at all The laundromat's funny at two in the morning The blonde on TV says I too can be gorgeous And hairless, it's easy with laser assistance I wish you would push me around in the bins But we're talking serious While the colors bleed You know the full weight of every wager you've lost I know for certain that certainty comes at a cost But I get afraid of what I can't define So I tally affections like nickels and dimes in your palm Like your palm in my palm My parents met in a laundromat parking lot I almost tell you but then I think not to We focus on pulling our lights from our darknesses We separate even though we've got sparks While the colors bleed