There once was a suitcase, and inside that suitcase was a treasure trove of sounds. Mutually drawn to these sounds, as moths to light, the members of Dinosaur Feathers decided to harness the power of the suitcase, and use it for good. The music that followed was at once familiar and bizarre, like the streets where they grew up, but in a parallel universe. Melding old-time harmonies, rhythms salvaged from the billowy depths of Davey Jones’ locker, and a thirst for adventure, Dinosaur Feathers do not make music that asks why; but rather, why not?
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