Airy harmonies over serrated riffs. Rambling stretches and punctuated licks. Cutting heads and kissing lips.
Using absurdist imagery soaked in hallucinations, paranoia, and lust - the band’s M.O. is striking into dark yet playful territory, revealing a stereophonic schizophrenia that has flowed throughout their body of work: an ebb & flow of flower-pop horror.<br>