Years ago, my in-laws came to visit my dad’s farm with us. My FIL came up with the wacky idea that my dad should add a ropes course to his farm and call it “Extreme Agrotourism.”
As I was making this record, I was conscious that I am a tourist in the jungle/dnb space. I’m like a blind bull in a culturally significant china shop.
The songs are mostly filled with soundbites and lyrics about end-stage capitalism and climate crisis. The song titles are a timeline of a hypothetical climate disaster.