Last Exit Sunday

Instead of accepting lucrative offers to perform in Las Vegas, a crooner from the old school prefers to work on his artistic ambitions in old Europe. This story sounds unbelievable and so does the music of Martin Dean and his colleagues: psychedelic touches – live or per mouse click, seductive minimal grooves, Latin American chill out, funk, jazz piano, electronics, traces of Detroit rock (“Spacelord Motherfucker”) – you name it.

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