Welcome to the hyper, fantastical reality that is born out of summer love between 80s babies and online thrift store junkies. BUHU’s works sit atop a limestone bedrock of war drums and queerious guitar melodies textured with the digital impatience of Ableton and the uneducated Gen Xers who operate it. Auto-tuned, transduced and otherwise manipulated vocal melodies scale over the barely cohering house/art-pop inspired dance grooves, yet you are still encouraged to take some acid and just "go off" on the person next to you. Meet BUHU at the Wal-Mart McDonald’s around 3p.m. f… read more
Welcome to the hyper, fantastical reality that is born out of summer love between 80s babies and online thrift store junkies. BUHU’s works sit atop a limestone bedrock of war drums and queerious guitar melodies textured with the digital impatience of Ableton and the uneducated Gen Xers who op… read more
Welcome to the hyper, fantastical reality that is born out of summer love between 80s babies and online thrift store junkies. BUHU’s works sit atop a limestone bedrock of war drums and queerious guitar melodies textured with the digital impatience of Ableton and the uneducated Gen Xers who operate it. Auto-tuned, transduced and otherwise manipulated vocal melodie… read more