Sappy yesteryear ballads find absence on this band’s platform. Fierce vocals (Ian Love) telling you how to feel, music following stucco piano chords, down fast frets, and slipping into lights-out rhythm. Hmm? Sounds like really great sex for a Rock N’ Roll geek (see any Siren bio for description.)

Cardia music is good sex! It’s that lustful look from across the room filled with ambient guitar progressions that ooze lust, or that little fantasy creeping in your erotic dreams deciding to slam your soul back to reality. A complacent, dark, but peaceful romance that makes you seek out who you are or what the fuck you’re doing with “said” person(s).

Sometimes, Cardia music is heartbreak in truest form. This living thing that wretches each part of our souls, questioning emotional breakdowns, or the telling that you’ll safely abide that daybreak we sometimes think won’t come while lying in that pile of tissues. It’s music that we all have to say to one another “Be gone- just get out of my head bad, bad lover!” or “Have you seen my purse - Oops! You’re sitting on it!”

It’s a living, breathing being this music, and whatever we want to do with it is just fine by them, just go on ahead and place it in a player- let it ride!

Sometimes it takes not even three minutes to write about a band, but this band is an experience that took me three weeks to write about - I just listened and listened and listened! I’ll never say as much- you better watch out for what this band will make the coldest asshole you’ve ever met simply - feel!

Better go buy you some, Pal!

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