How deep does it have to get before you’re technically not at the beach anymore?
I feel like an asshole whenever I even think of saying that an artist makes “atmospheric (insert genre here)”, because that’s what music does; it provides an ambiance which either alters or maintains moods, right? Funk music makes you wanna dance and/or do “it”, heavy metal makes you wanna scrunch up your face and jar your brain loose from its comfy post, pop music makes you wanna talk over it and/or perpetuate consumer culture, etc…
PS- picture above displays the print included when picking up the 4-cassette Spring Batch by Constellation Tatsu.
PPS- exploring DO’s webpage is, in itself, a rad (head)trip worth taking the time to amble through. <3
-- Jacob An Kittenplan