Ate My Lookout

Summer Lungs

Vocoder that would make Stradivarius smile?

Check.

Vaguely-unhinged sing-song melody?

Check.

Kicks like Yellowstone just erupted and mankind is completely fucked?

Check.

Candy-coated antipathy?

More than you can imagine.

A soundtrack for newly-haunted houses and post-apocalyptic high school proms.

It’s like Daft Punk covering Big Black. Or Vice Versa.

If you don’t listen to this, you owe your ears an apology.