“It was like these songs were puzzle pieces kept in the dark with truths I didn’t know I needed to hear about myself. The dusty corners no longer so dusty. The tracks hurt. But hurt in a way that feels earned. Mine, but also theirs. Yours.”

The power lies in building a throne from all the mental static and says, “here, wear the damn crown anyway”. With this track, Culli. gives you permission to crash out for a second,

As we always say here at the band-aid mixtape, music=memory. Music is deeply personal for the past, present and future. This track has actively created new memories and sensory experiences in real time.

Taking raw emotion and pain and turning into something a total stranger can relate to is, in my most humble opinion, the Lord’s Fucking Work. Please put that in the NYT.

It's as if Post Animal vibrates between worlds where rock meets relaxation. These are two main things I look for in music, and they deliver on both in spades.

Canteen Fish: A Poem — A companion piece for the ones still swimming through air, memory, and the inescapable pull of home. side b...