The Benvereens are purveyors of crafty pop songs whittled down from soot-darkened twisted urban tree branches in a ravine hammock not very far away from the old Black Creek. Songs about Smoke Machines and Pre-Birth Dreams, Runaway Dogs and Cabins and Logs. Songs that Pan For Gold and songs that Never Get Old. These songs are the story and the story is in the songs. The band is all 'hang back in the shadows humility' creating space so that the songs can stand in the limelight and sing for themselves. Like the cottage lake in summertime, like the Leafs when they win, like midnight with your headphones, like giving up on not giving up but still not giving up at all, like The Benvereens.