Weaving a dark psychedelic seduction purred in a distractive shade adorned coolness all snaked in spectral hazes of fuzzing shadow traced 60’s mosaics, this dream dazed happening comes culled from what we assume to be a debuting set due for stereophonic swooning sometime October. By OO, a French collective, this is ‘not my man’ a track that near knocked us off our listening perch arriving as it does chicly calibrated in a svelte smoking austere gouging upon which a soulful hollowing desperation peels and prickles with brooding panache across a rumbling and primitive, spidery chill twanging riff howl. Essential in case you hadn’t already guessed.   

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