Breaking monotony, making the drive feel like you’re actually going somewhere. Existing in a suburban machine, an urban sprawl that constitutes a packaged life, has killed something in all of us. We create music because we need to, because were trying to resurrect something that can only live in a song. Honey Lung make depressing bedroom pop that is let loose as noisy guitar driven disorder. Creating their own worlds, their own realities, lyrically idealistic depictions of simplistic solutions to complicated situations, Honey Lung tell the tale of the fight we go through with ourselves, and occasionally someone we love.