Words by Sean Moeller, Illustration by Johnnie Cluney, Recording engineered by Josh Niles at Big Light, Nashville, Tennessee
The world that Majestico brings us into is one of those fucked up places, decorated by fever dreams and ephemera from all brand of unspooled tangents. It's rooted in a mellow slow burn. Everything reeks like weed and we fall into a deep pit of tame hues and dashing lights. We're plunged into a place where a girl you know is stitching together jorts and sequined shoes for cats and it's a place that makes for a difficult time in differentiating between a present and altered state. Some might say, "Well, who would want to, dummy?" Touche.
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