Mr. Yack

With a deliciously dark, dagger sharp disco strut ‘The Age Of Fake’ has a seductive soundscape that draws you in with charming surface level appeal and then leaves you drowning in the deceptive depths of the songs meaningful message and intricate instrumentation.

Jovi Skyler is a rare breed of beast, there is a feral ferocity to the way they tear tooth and claw into a track. It isn’t pretty; it is torn tendons, broken bones, and bathed in blood. There is no restraint or ego to the sound, it isn’t trying to be “cool”, it is unapologetically unusual, it’s rough around the edges and beautifully sincere. What’s cooler than not caring about being cool?

Smoother than a sip of whiskey, and with just as much bite and soulful smokey flavor, this is a voice that straddles the intricate instrumentation underneath with the grace of a seasoned cowboy heading into the groovy wild west. It begins with a jaunty little strut on the guitars playing off of an almost gospel

Massive monstrous vocals that tear through a sultry sauntering serenade that tempts the listener deep into its powerful but playful sound. The track begins with the crashing manic beat of the drums taking a trip down the kit introducing the adrenaline pumped heart beat that is at the core of the sound. They are soon

A pulsing peaceful intricate instrumental track that builds a beautiful soundscape that invites the listener to become completely immersed in a surreal and soulful journey that feels like meditative medicine.

Beautifully bearing the bittersweet misery of mourning, ‘Fruits of The Dark’ delves deep into the depths of the explosive emotion of loss, but also somehow simultaneously weaves in a string of hope, a lesson of celebration in the happier memories made all the more meaningful in mortality.