A shadow drifting through the dunes—steel strings, warped frequencies, and low-end ripples bending time. Abandoned radio towers pulse Morse code from satellites long past, tumbleweeds roll in triplets, and the Hum never fades—pulling at the edges of reality.

Deep Surf is the desert song at the edge of town, encouraging you to ride deeper into the West: dusty hi-hats, cracked vinyl ghosts, and a reverb tail that lasts centuries.

In honor of the late Darth Brooks, riding on into the next life.

Amnesia Machine

Cowboy Spice