wispy weir pedal. Jer putting it all out there as august, spotlight. faithful tempo with period kick. Hiroshima bridge, psychedelic. Great!

sufficient techno melt. Rousing olatunji-inspired passage. some kalimba fuckery. succint and positively avant guitarz.

classical pre-drums coin toss, flubs. The way a loser solo is, a platonic form. Great stuff Deeply felt and stretched, fuk ya nourishing bright stream

a sauna hot BRB does no wrong! Lesh torpedoing, devils 3rd degree and tasteful swirling b3, Jer masterclass. Yas queen

Searing!! down home 'n titeeee Beatz and cruisin altitude for pure chonky blues goods

love it, great call! Summer 85 baby!!

this one’s a rembrandt… screaming tiger work

fuk yea

fantastic version… explosive Phil, jam latent with paranoia and serpentine movement, brent smackin the keys!

A resplendent, muralistic masterpiece. the garbled, submerged revery of a particularly listless mood of Hunter’s lyric flickers in flashes from Jerry’s prior and future selves resounding through the stadium. autobahn jam that brings the modal funk to an altogether different, more minimalist and tranquil place than the modal angst and sometimes discordant, jaggedly dense rhythmic palettes from devils and others. Think 80s. No, this is meant to be as one with itself. A sky passes through its daily course with seasons worth of stars forming trines, transits returns and yods, never contradicting itself, unfoloding with the gasping obviousness of a baby’s breath and total acceptance and love. Darkness be banished.The fire here is a Tolstoy unto itself, just crazy good. big man twirls the constellations and bends the forest with that handsome breakneck grace. And lol dont worry theres enough midi to soundtrack an irreverent japanese action rpg. Seattle love