Salvaged From the tape-deck of a burnt out mitsubishi lancer the blueprint to backyard reverence was curated and refined by Copenhagen recluse, vekselfuck.
The unpolished sound of the backyard reverence is rough around the edges like a psychedelic picnic with your friendly neighborhood drug-dealer.
Tracks feature camos by the ghosts of bent rappers and disillusioned street poets with hazy ambience over low-passed mermering 303 doppelgangers.
Bitty drum-machine loops and tape crushed percussion lead weeded melodies that flicker in an out of sight alluring to the subtle melancholy of boredom.
With aesthetics set squarely between the work of Larry Heard and bootleg tapes of 90s boom bap instrumentals, the record speaks to passenger seat navigators and headphone junkies alike.