Like a(nother) dose of time travel, it makes sense that "these" bands would exist in every era of creativity. As were ARTHUR STONE and 50 MILLION to me, so is AH FUCK to a spun out 25 year old Southern California freak in the Modern Era. One half hour of drones and breathy vocals and sounds and manipulations and dreamy guitars probably recorded in a closet in the wee hours of a(nother) morning.
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