Cooked up in the Marin Headlands over the Golden Gate Bridge just out of reach from San Francisco is located the map maker and transcendental tunesmith - Universal Machine.
I kid you not, each of the featured tracks was slow baked for well over a year. A profound reach into the cosmic chasm. A grin runs amok on your chops, confusing your issues with a daydream of where you´re at. With slowly pounding beats flipping just in time for Sunset, a round of slushie-golf is taken upon every forth bar. Your sneaks catching up to seagulls and skipping over divots, never quite making it past the bass line pole drills. Breezing over bunkers and barbecues, endless orange light for a snoozy world. No doubt a hole in one.
In honor of the new Star Wars advances, our little universal machine has churned out some of the darkest chocolate strewn music. Space time vibes on black velvet pillows around the imaginary campfire, hot stones scorch your toes. Pop up for a quick breath before heading back down below the covers for the half bottle of Merlot.
Acid melting your marshmallows inside. Not quite slow enough to slow you down.
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