an album to give a jolt of life to what’s left of these dreary November days
the grooves are as sweet as the grasses sticky with dew and as beautifully structured as the trees anticipating the toss of their crisping leaves.
an album to get lost in with its echoing soundscapes laden with flaring visions of traipsing through ochre-hued wastelands.
H.C. Slim is the dusty crossroad where music lovers from all over can stop to take a rest and just peacefully listen to the short simplicities of a man roaming alone
a deep spiraling void of whirring desolation and weighty atmosphere.
a fast-paced, boisterous, rip-roaring, unrestrained piece of fuzzbox art
clashing notes, sporadic beats, quavering distortion, and chain-smoking vocals
a fusion of somber lullabies and bass-heavy anthems
It is the feel good album I can listen to as the marigold leaves get whipped from the trees
These songs are dreamy architecture; they are misty, moving pictures