This is the sound of hot darkness. The omnipresent heat of a pulsing sun long after it sets. The fog hits the shore as the ships make their way towards land. As throngs of beachy weirdos choogle and groove around a late night bon fire vibing to the sonic waves being laid down by the band. It's all repetitive rhythms, hypnotic guitars, loose shoulders, cryptic messages, and camel walks. Get down with the sound. Choo choo choo it's time to run away with THOSE PEEPS!
