Minus Kendal trods the outer reaches foraging for aural morsels, slinging you a monthly smorgasbord of sultry sonix from trenchcoat folk to silicone synthwave.
Clandestine record label, The Trilogy Tapes, tear up the NTS studios once a month, ripping through the grittiest and muddiest tracks. No words on this one, just tunes.
Clandestine record label, The Trilogy Tapes, tear up the NTS studios once a month, ripping through the grittiest and muddiest tracks. No words on this one, just tunes.