Gabe Boyer says:
These vignettes of the end times. Of a Mad Max dreamworld happening somewhere off stage left. A lush and endless pessimism. A wild and cynical manifesto of new-wave noir synth and heart-beat-like sonic violence. Like a haiku that forgot to count its syllables, a propaganda stripped of its propaganda and somewhere between a deadpan Jacques Brel and a don juan Daniel Johnston. Between late Leonard Cohen and mid-career Scott Walker. Between a bar stool confessional and a bar room anthem of these trying times, for the late-night crowd, of the American psyche on trial. Enjoy!
Scott Craggs
Scott Craggs