On October 25th, we played Uncle Lou’s in Orlando. We loaded in, set up a few mics, hit record, and played our set. Literally zero expectations. This is the official documentation of that night—no safety net, no second takes, and all the (happy) mistakes. It’s the raw, unpolished sound of a no-name band with nothing to prove. We didn’t know it was an album until it was over. 48 minutes of noise from a Saturday night. Listen now or GET IT ON VINYL.