That ripped lo-fi with the warped dispositions, and then the warbly stain of a “who gives a shit” punches you in the face. Forever Lazy expresses sound the way a bad acid trip makes you feel like somehow the couch just connected to your spine, and if you want to take a piss you’ll have to try harder to move. But there’s this nice chilly spacious momentum. Its so laid back you might feel like you’re digging a hole the Mr. K left you in, just reach out a hand and ask for help, you should be good from there.
~ Ryan Boos