Low-fi, bedroom rock for our HD existence.
The song is definitively Banhart with his kooky, warmth and vivid verses.
Tapping into his suffering, Linden created something that is hypnotic, intensely personal, and as good music tends to be incredibly universal.
Jingle jangly comedy party rock out of LA is probably the way to turn off a lot of people from continuing to read a review of a band they’ve never heard of. But, hold on.
This has that early morning drive/intimate campfire feel.