Nine tracks which defy Linnaean nomenclature; hurtling between vellum-thin ambient cuts and cataclysmic, Vorticist assemblies; heliotropic vocal samples, woven delicately between feldspathic percs. Sideman Deejay
You are in a hilly desert highway wearing sunglasses, riding at high speed, drifting in your car that has a lion artwork in the hood. As the sun sets and you hear the sax solo, you drive off into the horizon. CBDiabla