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The Perennials are the young married couple of Pete & Amanda Wells. Like most bands from Brooklyn, they met at a bible school in the Italian countryside.

Brooklyn Vegan premiered the band’s debut single “Breadcrumbs” in May of this year praising their “delicate, harmony-driven indie rock.” Popular indie playlist site Indie Shuffle was the first to note the craftsmanship that went into their songwriting and recordings, calling it a "heavy yet beautifully polished package. Gliding on restless piano and rich vocal melodies, [it] can soundtrack both private moments of reflection and shared moments of bliss — it's versatile, emotional, and overall just a terrifically full sound."

And of course there is the power of voice. With the release of The Perennials second single “Miss Marionette” the Dutch website Gobsmag winkingly noted it was a bit like “The National on a Johnny Cash tribute,” noting echoes of earlier, classic male baritones.

However, the most credit for The Perennials “fleet-footed and ultimately cathartic” (WakeTheDeaf.co.uk) sound & vibe is due to the creative community that surrounds them. That community includes Instagram-famous nature photographer Cory Crawford (@coryacrawford), a friend from their Pacific Northwest days whose evocative ‘moving photographs’ have provided footage for videos of the Perennials first two singles. As well, the producer of their EP Thomas “Doveman” Bartlett who has taken a break from his work with a who’s who of indie rock (Father John Misty, The National, Glen Hansard, Sufjan Stevens, Antony & the Johnsons) to help develop the duo’s music.

The self-titled debut is released on Friday October 28th.

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released October 28, 2016

Produced by Thomas "Doveman" Bartlett
Recorded and Mixed by Dave Groener
Additional Recording by Pat Dillett
Mastered by Fred Kevorkian

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The Perennials are Pete and Amanda Wells. Originally formed in Spokane, WA, the two now live in Brooklyn, NY and been working with producer Thomas Bartlett a/k/a Doveman (The National, Glen Hansard, and Sufjan Stevens) on a series of new EPs.

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Track Name: Breadcrumbs
Pebbles, scattered freely
through forests of green leaves
glow like stars in the meadow
when the moon shines bright
they will lead us home

But the trail we meant to follow
was eaten by swallows
who flew away and left us lonely
we hear them say:
Why are you so far from home?

And We’ve been walking for days
trying to find the remains of the
breadcrumbs we’ve placed
Full of fatigue we begin
to slow down our pace
but under the trees we will rest
our heads in the shade

The forest is dark, it’s cold on the ground
the sound of the night is terribly loud
but here in the woods is where we will stay
‘till the trees settle down,
the night turns to day

We’ve been walking for days
trying to find the remains of the
breadcrumbs we’ve placed
Full of fatigue we begin
to slow down our pace
but under the trees we will rest
our heads in the shade

Pebbles, scattered freely
through forests of green leaves
glow like stars in the meadow
Track Name: Miss Marionette
You sing like a wind chime
Gently hung by the window
and you swing like a stray kite
pushed whenever the wind blows
Always provoked by the weather
you and your delicate temper
a slave to wherever you’re tethered
your mother thought you better

Hey Miss Marionette
don’t lose your head just yet
hey miss marionette
don’t lose your head

you fall like an angel
and you break like an antique doll
so elegant and so graceful
you shatter like glass
and resound through the hall
pretty to look at but hard to enjoy
sit on the shelf like a decorative toy
strung up like a puppet and tied to the stage
you twist and you spin
like an old weathervane

Hey Miss Marionette
don’t lose your head just yet
Hey Miss Marionette
Don’t lose your head
Track Name: Jonah
Run like a coward and hide like a villain
pack up your bags and throw everything in ‘em
stick to the back roads and move through the city
cover your tracks ‘cause you know they’re not pretty
it’s the end of the road and you placed all your bets
take one more step to see how far you’ll get
it’s the end of the road and you swallow your pride
a little too late and you’re washed in the tide

Where will you go?

you burned all your bridges and hardened you heart
and for three long days you’re alone in the dark
everyones left you they figured you out
even death doesn’t want you and spits you back out
you’re all washed up and you spit and you cough
you pick yourself up and you dust yourself off
wait for a while and pretend to be patient
you don’t give a damn about love or salvation

Where will you go?

the roots of the mountains weigh heavy on me
the heat of the sun and the depths of the sea
the mud of the ground and the plants of the deep
are like ropes on my hands and chains on my feet

Where will you go?
Track Name: Dirt
we scraped the ground till we
were both covered in dirt
on our hands and knees we buried
secrets in the earth
in a field watched by
men made out of straw
and all the crows they
labored to scare off

on our toes we stood as
tall as we knew how
and stared out at the city
while the sun was coming down
we saw the wisemen putting
prices on their words
as they auctioned off their wisdom
to the grateful listeners

we whispered with the raves
as we strained our eyes
in the branches of a sycamore
we stared into the night
we saw the wisemen
building castles in the sand
as all the virgins burned the oil
from their lamps,
burned the oil from their lamps
Track Name: When the World Got Old
we’d go for walks sometimes
in the garden there was always light
it was overgrown, we didn’t mind
we felt safe
and when the lights got dim
we all held hands and sang
my mothers hymns
around the fire while the moths flew in,
and they kept you awake

You kept me company
when there was nothing else to keep
you kept me company
when we were all alone

And when the world got old
we planted trees to ease our troubled souls
to decorate the cemetery stones
that had our names
you put your perfume on
and wore a dress that was your mothers once
you saw her wear it in the morning sun
and you felt safe

and you kept me company
when there was nothing else to keep
you kept me company
when we were all alone
you kept me company
when there was nothing else to keep
you kept me company
when the world got old

and when the lights got dim
we all held hands and sang
my mothers hymns
around the fire while the moths flew in
and called your name