Mr. Yack

Jagged and juddering whip cracks of pure power prickle against the speaker with such scintillating force that it leaves a tingling sensation that lingers long after the track is done, this is raw pure electricity and it feels divine.

Cooler than cool and madder than mad, every track on this EP is electric adrenaline to the veins, shockingly good and utterly invigorating.

A shamanistic journey into far-out realms, this is a psychedelic trip powered by growling guitars and roaring riffs. Something akin to The Doors mixed with Brant Bjork, every track packs a piston powered punch as it rockets in from the desert and straight into your third eye.

Mary Middlefield has the voice of a goddess, it can be sweet and silky smooth, or as grand and statuesque as the heavens.

As fragile as a falling raindrop with the weight, depth, and mass of a black hole, PI is an album that can pass by in the blink of an eye or stretch out for eternity. It cannot be measured in timestamps and play counts, it exists outside of that, it is both liminal space and the destination. It is a work of art, and it is nothing at all.

Dark Dazey put the art back into artist and ‘Enemy’ is a track that feels like classical painting with enough cultural clout, skill, and relevance that it should be hung in a museum. With its vivid imagery, vibrant color, and brilliantly unique style and shape, you can enjoy it from a completely aesthetic surface level, or look a little deeper, and get lost in the enormity of its message and meaning for hours.