The same kind of bad as he’s ever been.
The strength of strings.
A strange innocence.
Hardcore ferocity and sludgy churn.
Out of the water and into the cosmos.
A modern blend of old school metal thrills.
Appropriately dark, absurdly meditative.
A more full-throated kind of synth-pop.
Empty bottles, broken hearts.
A warm and graceful return.
Highway of endless dreams.
Not so rose-tinted.
Indulging in the non-feeling.
A bittersweet victory.
Part siren song, part séance.
An earnest, back-to-basics roots rocker.
Nostalgic melancholy.
Sublime sounds and interactive art.
The tables have turned.
Grindcorepocalypse.
