“‘192014’ swarms with that cosmic curiosity. Its disembodied saxophones are straight out of the Black Lodge by way of Bowie’s Blackstar, weaving a jaunty path through an inviting yet disquieting haze.” – Pitchfork
“‘192014’ swarms with that cosmic curiosity. Its disembodied saxophones are straight out of the Black Lodge by way of Bowie’s Blackstar, weaving a jaunty path through an inviting yet disquieting haze.” – Pitchfork