Stolen Cars is a glimpse of our Puglia — the real one.
No postcard beaches or pretty landscapes here: just cruel, empty Murgia, where the wind cover you in dust and the heat melts your brain.
Suspicious cliffs, churches Christ ran away from, stolen cars and roads littered with broken dreams, spare cars’ parts, and base cocaine.
It sounds like us: stony, dirty, with a fuzz that runs and then crushes you.
A doom intro, a dynamic, hallucinated chase, a psychedelic abyss that bursts into riffs and loops, spitting out an acid, melodic chorus with a rusty aftertaste.
It’s our Murgian BBQ sauce.
And yeah — it tastes like stolen cars and base cocaine.

Stolen Cars

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