rained down upon in a succulent stream of slow jazz i found myself glued to the furthest corner station once more at 505 this week with the most recent additions to the punk monk tribe: davey, felix, and michael. redefining the art of chill.entertained by the melodic tunes of debut act, the casey golden trio the very talented casey on piano led his band through a rhythmic journey which in my tired state had me floating somewhere between a three-toed sloth framed babbling brook on a summer's day & the welcome fish-eyed grime of a sexual encounter in a back street hong kong alley in shades of wong kar wai. polarised but symbiotic at the same time.
what this essentially constitutes is a languid lounge evening in, out. win.
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