Sometimes it can just be about an escape, and there's nothing wrong with that. Enter: MÁSCARAS. Spaced out freak jam instrumentals that simultaneously defy and define meaning. They've painted a sonic picture of a beach culture born under a full desert moon in the blinding heat of summer, teletransported to abandoned city spaces devoid of toxic humanity. Also, it's wild how much surf guitar dominated DEAD KENNEDYS sound but we were too young to know it at the time (unrelated observation). "Desert Masks" is a truly transcendent and/or indulgent banger (related observation).
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