Inspired by late nights in Hollywood, high speed car chases, red eye flights and vintage skateboard videos, the synth-punk musings of SLOW CAVES bleed a James Dean-esque revelry that explodes into a rich baritone croon.
There’s adrenaline, sonic vibration, blistering guitars and throbbing bass lines. It blends and molds together to create something visceral, yet refined.
It’s badass. And like any crash, you just can’t turn away.