Gourmet soundtrack for a magnifico game. Crammed to bursting with character and quality. Every thump, twinkle, and crash leaves you wanting for nothing; every song oozes rightfully placed confidence of being the best version of itself. To say this has some of the best music of independent games does little service to it. It has some of the best music of its genre.
A soaring at dawn beyond the comfort of the oil stained denim. Chock full of subtle and ingenious dashes of tamed flare. A full course homemade meal blended, distilled, and refined to capture a love of some of the greatest qualities of rock. Superb stuff.
An extremely satisfying and flavorful snack. The blending of the familiar structures and updated techniques make for an exquisite bite into something both fresh and familiar.
An unusual, yet great, new asrtistry. This newly branching creativity is not welcome, but asked to stay with great eagerness for as long as possible. This spell of great possibility born of musical love traps one in anticipation. Excitement is all but absent until more works similar to these tracks release.
Cinematic, starry, a handful of cosmo and spirit. Passion and pain left to wonder. Suspended in held keys and reverberating strings. A crescendo of burning heart.
A return to rocky and leathery roots polished to a mirror finish. The subtle dancing push and pull of focus is exemplified well beyond past works. Butter smooth crags of jagged azure monoliths, silky smooth dunes of filtered cigarette ash, and meadows of deep verdant reeds crashing to the rush and beat of the wind. A monument to a band's progress and future.
Marshmellow soft and dew cool. A golden dawn spring rain cloud aloft in a dull star morning free of any breeze. A shedding of worry and a swathing of comfort. Serenity never sounded more real.
Moody, creative, and charming. The taste of burnt gasoline and cold coffee are plucked from the guitars and banged from the drums. Kerosene never tasted so much like dark chocolate.
Fizzy, twangy, and lovable. Like faded and scuffed jeans covered in cigarette ash and pizza grease, the vibes are impeccable. 30 years of zest distilled to an egg sizzling on hot asphalt, perfectly sunny.
