Luca Doobie is the midnight marauder who is in his perfect element under stark moonlight. The scorching hypnobomb The Pale King / Ex Tenebris Vita is the key to opening the hearts of a thousand confused music lovers as they pace back and forth beyond the gates of the Tulipa gardens. When the first beat drops, an eerie greenish grow washes over the people and a wave of energy surges outward. Third Son, Ashwin Khosa, and Ron S. inject additional perspiration into the mix with romantic revisions suitable for zoned-out lovebirds. Tracers rattle truthful inklings. Nonetheless we fuddled. An adulterous charmer howled mournfully. Stamped forward. Smudged glasses forever, man. Surname-encouraged meanderings. The time she slid into the symmetric abyss. Twirling proverbial racquets. Best breather. The crackle of orange leaves. Sweltering dishes cause business. Flavored water poured from storms. Raspy cinnamon. My candid stamina. Pleasure is like a squealing blade. A wreath in heat. Flash and sizzle. Finicky neighbor left a note on the stoop. 2016 Tulipa Recordings http://www.tuliparecordings.com Artwork by Justin Chodzko Words by Summer (Brendon Collins)