Two days ago, on a Wednesday, my parter-in-crime and I went to our practice space and wrote a post-rock song. And then we filmed it. All sound was captured direct from our amps, and then layered onto each other. Nothing fancy here, just lots of reverb. What’s the story here? The story is that locking yourself in a room with someone like you, some guitars, a few stomp boxes, and something to bang on can be a magical thing. Making shit is cool, you guys.
p.s. I think the idea of days of the week mourning other days of the week made its way into my head from an Andre 3000 lyric or something. So, credit where credit’s due.