If you're looking at this post and thinking, "isn't that the guy who sang the Blossom theme song?" you'd be right, but you'd also be a fucking jerk for not recognizing this brilliant artifact. Since I know some of my friends dug the Exuma album, I thought I'd post this, since it's probably its closest brethren. This isn't the corny N.O. jazz-pop that the doctor has been prescribing for the past several decades. No, this is a smoke fueled journey though the bayou of a blackened mind. Creepy and atmospheric yet surprisingly funky as well.
Gato Libre – Neko (2017)
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