Uploaded June 2011 | Updated September 2026, 2 days ago
Album: The Big Fear, released 28 June 2011
Bio
Formed in Brooklyn in 2009 and drawn to light/dark landscapes, glass-bottle hazes, and blurry sonic envelopes. Next up is an EP out June 28th. Get all prior releases here: quietlights.bandcamp.com
"from Brooklyn, but they sound like they're from a quieter, more perpetually snow-blanketed country. Their sound is a little bit shoegaze, and a little bit of the soaring orchestral swoop of Sigur Ros, plus some of that latent kinetic energy in the Stars' best songs." Flavorpill
Members:
Chris Curtis
Robin Fowler
Nikhil Kamineni
Yseult Tyler
Marcus Smith
photo: quietlights.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/ql_about_pic.jpg
more information:
quietlights.com
quietlights.bandcamp.com
twitter.com/quietlights
facebook.com/pages/Quiet-Lights/297240537701
lyrics
walk me down to the lake
through the woods, the trees
hold my hand, walk me there
I'd be afraid to go alone
now you feed me
now I eat
that summer just curled up around you
like burned paper
like a feeling of dread
I heard something about fire
it burns paper
but it cleans metal bright
Album: The Big Fear, released 28 June 2011
Bio
Formed in Brooklyn in 2009 and drawn to light/dark landscapes, glass-bottle hazes, and blurry sonic envelopes. Next up is an EP out June 28th. Get all prior releases here: quietlights.bandcamp.com
"from Brooklyn, but they sound like they're from a quieter, more perpetually snow-blanketed country. Their sound is a little bit shoegaze, and a little bit of the soaring orchestral swoop of Sigur Ros, plus some of that latent kinetic energy in the Stars' best songs." Flavorpill
Members:
Chris Curtis
Robin Fowler
Nikhil Kamineni
Yseult Tyler
Marcus Smith
photo: quietlights.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/ql_about_pic.jpg
more information:
quietlights.com
quietlights.bandcamp.com
twitter.com/quietlights
facebook.com/pages/Quiet-Lights/297240537701
lyrics
walk me down to the lake
through the woods, the trees
hold my hand, walk me there
I'd be afraid to go alone
now you feed me
now I eat
that summer just curled up around you
like burned paper
like a feeling of dread
I heard something about fire
it burns paper
but it cleans metal bright









