Moving from foggy indie rock to even foggier minimalist folk, the songs of Windier feel their way through the dark. The music is small and contained but, reaching down through the muck, finds fullness in a drum-drum-drumming way below our feet. Windier is working in the weather. It is running down the mountainside like rain. It is smashing the bell and crawling inside. It is the morning after the shipwreck. It is going home and drinking water. It is the knot coming loose. It is noticing your hands in the rubble. It is a sheet, thrown high.

Our loose collective of song and art making companions is called Pony Mouse Miracle House, and includes Lahnah, Good Hat, MartinMouseHouse, Housepainter, Dumptrux, and more.

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Email us at asashadis97[at]gmail[dot]com


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