It's like having a crazy musician for a roommate. Detuned guitar loops and atonal patterns drifting like ghosts through the hallways some days, others, unhinged renditions of Elvis Presley, or the wild and untamed feedback of an abused guitar.
Saturn 63 is nonsensical and sincere all at once, sometimes blending the two so you don't know if the nonsense you're hearing is the truth, or if the soft crooning of Martel & guests is just lulling you into the absurd.
Love what you did with MattJam