Thought-castles of pop hooks meeting rolling tides of rock dynamics in a waterfall of other metaphors. Guitars, drums and synths. Three-part harmonies and two-handed riffs. Texture, ambience and sludge; waltzing toward the blue apocalypse. Repetition, repetition, repetition and release. Goats, punk, laptops, and 80s TV moustaches. A five-piece, a two-piece, a four-piece and you (and as many pieces as you can bring).
TLDR: Old Wellington buds Force Fields and The Joint Chiefs head to Whanganui, meetin up with the buzz of Palmy, Churlington, for a Lucky encounter.
