Gothic Theatre
Fruit Bats
Fruit Bats create a world where gentle harmonies and subtle guitars frame
lines like ‘arms ripped off by shooting stars.’ Mandolin and marimbas lead
into a chorus where ‘the light refracts through glass in your feet.’ Dirty
country fiddles bend into synthesizer lines and icebergs into garlic
fields. Where perfect falsetto pop mixes with images of urban writer’s
block and Vikings high on mushrooms all in the same song. Imagine Eno and
Elton John wrecking a campfire sing-along. It’s sexual, space age country
music about seeing the beauty in natural disaster. It makes perfect sense.
It shouldn’t but it does.
