Smoky vocals curl seductively out of the guitar-forward, ethereal, psychedelia that is Kue Varo and the Only Hopes. From a bubbling cauldron are extracted a potion comprised of equal parts cowboy and witchcraft, hints of mystics and heirlooms. Be careful: it's beautifully sinister and inescapably tempting. Catchy melody and lucent lyric have conspired to light your imagination on fire. Another sip and the hooks sink in deeper. A frighteningly precise band leans into the tension, tightening the nuts and bolts holding together these dreams of songs. As Varo's vocals spiral endlessly upwards into the dark night sky, luminescent tracers trail behind, filling the air with light and wonder. Nothing can stop Kue Varo and the Only Hopes now.
Biography by Chantal Vitalis