Local metal drummer posted some ominous, oilslick night shots of Boston and called BudCoG the soundtrack. Sounds about right.
Call it stoner metal jazz - piano and sax and brushy drums slowed way, way down,
dragged down into a streetlight void of wavering, endless synths, rendered uncanny and ominous and poisonous, but beautiful, an Edward Hopper left in a mouldering basement for a decade or two 3.5/5
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