Tomorrows Tulips Harnessed To Flesh

'Intoxicatingly simple and ear catching, Tomorrows Tulips lay down a sonic atmospheric of ultra mellow southern California low-fi dream pop played and sung in the lower registers with limited and pleasingly repetitive chord changes that move across the room like the afternoon sun, highlighting bits of dust slowly dancing through the air by the smallest breeze, and causing your eternally sleeping cat to stretch out even more comfortably on his back.' - It's Pyschedelic Baby