Music

The vocals seem to reminisce at the high-throaty nuggets of a Thom Yorke, while the affect and color of the music wind around the same modern Indie-Rock road together.

When the ear hangs on the murmur of a muffled damper pedal, the vocals are able to pierce directly into the heart, and the soul.

Its a perfectly delivered dark-pop gem with elements of trip hop and rock.

Foreign Dog sheds light on universal themes of life choice, relationships, and playground flashbacks with a slow, processional sort of grace.

The bass moves from a Kingston sub-woofer in the back of a Ranchero, to a club in Saint Tropez at 4am, and back again.

There is a certain love affair between the melody and the electronic beats, its a robot body with a human heart.

Its a few minor chords, drenched in butterfat, wrapped in a strummy electric guitar from Sterling Morrisons garage.

Its the soundtrack to a way that you walk in a freshly-pressed suit you just borrowed from the backseat of a Jaguar.