Hands Like Houses - release (A Tale of Outer Suburbia)

Pre-Order the album: like houses iTunes: Pry the darkness from my eyes. Divided, let the light seep in. Trees devoid of branches, and hollow hives, Endless black and empty beds. It’s not the same, something’s changed. I never used to be able to see past the trees. A thousand unfamiliars are lying thick on the air and I can’t breathe. Is our skin to keep the world out or our bodies in?