Ghost Animal. Ghost Animal. Ghost Animal.

Howling distortion. Floating vocals amidst waves of lo-fi bliss. A cocked eyebrow. Hooks that resonate in your head played by two buzzsaw guitars. California Summertime.

Internet amigas/os, I wouldn't be speaking to you so directly unless-

a) this were a suicide note

b) I wanted to have sex with you

c) Ghost Animal's newest single was fucking ill.

The answer is thankfully b. and c.

Ghost Animal- California Summertime Pt. 1

p.s. new GA > Wvvvvvvv

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