It’s been breathing in the walls. Crawling through the floorboards. Undone, unleashed: a dark spectre, haunting your semi-slumber.
Wake up … the world is still in disarray. A glaring white void … and you can smell the distant fires.
Here we are — divided! No joy, no cure. Lose that pathetic smile! And put your make-up on.

This is the White West.

Debut album White West out now! Available through Bandcamp.