If the sacred feminine had a voice it would be hers. This is vengeance at its most pure. She is terrifying, likely a kindred spirit. This is music that grabs you by the throat. Tread accordingly.
Like clockwork, every spring I binge Mike Patton projects. Here's a collaboration where each song serves as an environment we're given the brief chance to live in. Insoluables smells like salty ginger
Dude. Jo Quail. This work is very patient, cavernous, meditative. A single motif is blown the hell out across 5 movements to occupy vast sound worlds rife with surprises. An investigation in heaviness