Minus Kendal trods the outer reaches foraging for aural morsels, slinging you a monthly smorgasbord of sultry sonix from trenchcoat folk to silicone synthwave.
Enter the mythology of NYC artist James K - her sound, equally organic and electronic, is a combination of odd dreams, hybridizing enchanted samples, ripped, broken and morphed rhythms, and vocals, both incomprehensible and appealing.
Enter the mythology of NYC artist James K - her sound, equally organic and electronic, is a combination of odd dreams, hybridizing enchanted samples, ripped, broken and morphed rhythms, and vocals, both incomprehensible and appealing.