Andrew McDonald is a messy haired writer and post-rock tragic from Sydney, Australia. He enjoys tea, whiskey, difficult films, minimalist design and inwardly dwelling on his existential crises. He is forever writing his first novel and planning his next tattoo.
Friday, September 28 2012
This is an album made for its own sake. The sounds aren’t so much a throwback as they are a throwaside -- to a world we didn’t reach.