A transport into a surreal nightlife of yelped emotion and deadpanned absurdity, augmented by intricate guitar picking, mournful harmonies and a jaunty sense for pirate culture and disturbing sex metaphors.
A song from the inscrutable musical visionary Mike
Wexler, included on his new EP, a compendium of epic third-eye travelogues and understated guitar wizardry that may temporarily reverse the flow of all your body's energies.
The Ills ride a drone-rock space throb all the way to your hypothalamus, activating reptilian pleasure-centers that erase all conscious thought and leave you mentally dehydrated.
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