𝓟rogress to the peak of the cosmic hill proved rich in phonic fortune for four intrepid Spaniards, as upon that summit was found the trippiest of tomes: Diagrams of Pagan Life. And who better to decode those drafts and lend voice to its visions than La Roja's finest amplified alchemists and gurus of groove. Heathen hooks, druidic dynamics and iconoclastic instrumentation beckon the heavens to dispatch a further bolt of special electricals and for Slap Guru, lightning duly strikes twice. 𝔩𝔬𝔲𝔡-𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔢𝔱-𝔩𝔬𝔲𝔡
Spacious like the light-years separating faraway galaxies, groovy like the rings of a remote planet, slow and dense like the passing of time in a blackhole, and massive like a giant supernova that's about to implode. muschiosauro