As soon as they decided to split up, Brooklyn’s Geese found themselves in great demand. Upon meeting in high school, the quintet – a stylish melange of all you’d expect of a quintessentially street-sharp New York City rock band – had happened upon an appealing strain of angularly-inclined, guitar-based concision (part-Velvets, part-Television, part-Strokes) while thrashing about in their drummer’s basement.
With separate college courses hoving over the near horizon, the band spent their final year of school cobbling together a self-produced farewell recording for posterity. Upon its completion, at the exact moment Geese expected to disband, their simultaneous debut/swansong instituted a wholly unexpected record company bidding war. In the midst of a global pandemic.
