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Funky, raw, and brooding avant garde sloppy jazz punk \"junk\". Heavy bass, messy clarinet, and squealing guitar.

Jazz, punk, and the sprawl of the south east United States inspired this album. A place riddled with strip malls, unfulfilled dreams, lost love, family, fires, and garbage strewn along the streets that are dotted by hungry people and cons holding out containers to empty our collective pockets and hearts into. The sound is a melodic dystopia of chromatic patternization and rhythmic dissonance.