FUZZ from FlowTorch by SHRUSIC

A funny kind, of friendly fuzz, it makes no sense but somehow does

You’re burning up

We make it so much harder than it has to be, feel the phallic insanity
Talcum powder falcon on a balcony of anarchy, coffee bean philosophy, post modern lobotomy, there must be an answer to the oddity there’s gotta be, second guess every treasure chest, you wanna help out and face the stressed, who are you? immune to the human? or are you immortal ever blessed? do I mock you? FUCK YES.
What does that say about me? Take a guess

You’re burning up, a fever dream, not proud nor shamed, simply in between
A funny kind, of friendly fuzz, it makes no sense but somehow does

• Experimental
• acoustic
• ambient
• avant-garde
• bluesy
• jazz
• Derby