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welcome

Baleen Dreams are the shivers sent up your spine as you stare off into the ocean. Something’s out there in the salt, calling your name from under those endless peaks and valleys. Maybe whale song is the gentle musings of aquatic giants. Maybe it’s a call to something more ancient and terrifying, elemental and enticing.

Lakewhales’ sound is psychedlic nauti-pop polluted by a North Sea motorik belching diesel in its wake. A drowned bossa nova that was resuscitated on the beach and came back changed. Surf rock hopelessly making peace with its gods while facing a crashing wall of ocean.