Fields of Cows exists somewhere between the void and the venue. We make sounds that feel like déjà vu in a building you've never entered.
Formed under fluorescent lights and questionable decisions, we've been making noise that unsettles the comfortable and comforts the unsettled.
We play loud. We play strange. We play until the bartender gives us the look.
For booking, press, or just to say something that will make us feel weird, reach out via the usual channels. We read everything. We respond to some things.