Come in. Wipe your feet. Or don’t.
Mind the moss.
Somebody left the light on.
A little music. A little mystery. A lot beneath the surface.
Follow the sound.
ListenThe living room
Make yourself strange.
Things that glow do things.
Every house keeps something underneath.
Mind the first step. And the next several.
2 ft down
Under the house
Down here, things keep a little light for themselves.
9 ft down
Closed for rehearsal. Please knock in 4/4.
Still warm. Baboo Baboo says he doesn’t drink tea.
They found the harmony before anyone found the room.
Deeper than the plumbing
“Don’t mind me. I’m just the bassline.”
Briz’s music explores chill lo-fi, ambient, and alternative electronic sounds. There’s room to wander between them.
Left here by someone who expected to come back.
“Baboo Baboo owes me three dollars.”
Nobody measured this far
The listening chamber
Something good is buried here.
You came all this way. Put a record on.