Murky exploration that rolls through soundscapes of your lost Uncle’s VHS collection of softcore porn and B grade action films. Its like rolling credits of those films that you never want to end, Luke Wyatt holds that key that is the nostalgia of your best friends older brothers sweet room from 1988 that you weren’t allowed to go into. Enjoy the weekend.
There has never been a description of music before that has ever made me want to listen to something so bad. That was awesome.