Stripped down, thoughtful, vignettes. Framed while staring out the window.
“A masterpiece.” Synth-pop off steroids, an ode to art.
The kaleidoscope spins out. A pandemic product, drums live and machined, singer-songwriter compounded.
Recorded on the floor of an apartment. Change distilled into cassette tape.
The same formula, but stirred more thoroughly. Spindly and upfront. Perfect home-pop.
Layered, dreamy, fiery. Recorded between two friends in their respective basements and attics.
it must be done. 