Review: Raphael Weinroth-Browne – Lifeblood
The shit he’s doing with that big violin? All sorts of fucked up.
The shit he’s doing with that big violin? All sorts of fucked up.
Perhaps the best Converse advertisement I’ve ever seen.
Fueling my Peter Pan Syndrome?
Wilted, stem and leaf.
A siren call back into the darkness.
Thicc as a brick.
Ceci n’est pas une bonne année.
For a “point of no return”, I sure have been coming back to this a lot.
The independently-verified, non-ideological jazz hour is upon us.
A long-awaited follow-up. Wait, how did this band find out that I’m into redheads?!