Like a miniature Andrew Jackson riding a honeybee on his way to conquer some unimportant Japanese suburb, Whitehill has mastered the arsenal at his disposal.
Imagine a time lapse of the phases of the moon over a month’s time, as seen from a clearing in the forest. This is the soundtrack to that event.
Opaline is the best thing you can listen to on an airplane. Accept no substitutes.
Has Albert Kuningas been abducted by aliens?
Traced Landscapes avoids disappearing up its own wormhole. That’s a good thing.
An artist my mom and I could agree on.
Like swirling viscous liquid dreams in your mouth, then drooling their blue-greenness onto your keyboard.