Storm against my window, I feel the way the wind blows. I’m howling at nothing, and in the morning I will subside. But tonight, I am every angry thought. I’m roaring like the thunder, content with being lost. I slip into the void, I come undone. Storm against my window, I await the rising sun.
The second EP from Northern Irish singer-songwriter Bea Stewart runs from gentle folk to pillowy pop ballads, all perfectly executed. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 15, 2024