Violent Light

Joel Frieders | April 12, 2017

Something about a perfectly recorded guitar by itself that gets me comfortable.

Gardens are like the fucking sweatpants of chill rock shits, and I'm comf as fuuuuuuuuuuck righ meow. This is the type of shit you put on when you realize you're the only person on earth awake.

I love how the intensity of the music isn't lost on the pace of the track, but rather heightens it because their vocals were recorded like a fucking wall. I want this band to play my funeral.