Most stuff is recorded in people's bedrooms nowadays so it's barely worth mentioning when something is a 'bedroom recording', but this is the genuine sound of stoned, 4 in the morning, playing guitar quietly but still scared you might wake the sleeping neighbours music, falling asleep in the chair you're recording in just as the sun comes up. Someone described Toucans' music as 'acid lullabies', that pretty much sums it up. Weird-fi folk / swirly '60s vibes with a downer side of fries...