they began in the quiet corners, two kids chasing sound in basement rooms that rattled like trains overhead. what started as noise and scribbled lyrics grew into something louder, messier, more alive.
through dive bars and rooftops, heartbreak and hangovers, the songs carried them forward. the city gave them grit. the stories gave them fire. piece by piece, a band took shape.
now the line runs here, to this very moment, to you. the journal, the afterparty, the street team. this is where the story opens wider. this is where you step inside.
television skies is a band.