nathaniel hoier

young nathaniel (14 years old?!) is becoming quite the prolific purveyor of strange psychedelia oddity, brushed gently with a dusty folk element. it all careens bit by bit in his own world of off kilter sing-song spew, like finding a mysterious relic in a jandekian rummage sale. up and running throughout the false starts and meandering riff and splice is a train of thought that piles out by way of haunted dug up melody. somehow familiar yet puzzling.

soul decay
rain pouring down
time standing still
changing of the seasons

out of high school
mercurial mind