The album title is a self deprecating, tongue in cheek jab at the idea that nothing is truly original. People often get hung up on the idea of some kind of total originality that doesn’t exist. It’s the unicorn of the art world. It’s all in the blend baby!
Lyrics cover topics like: observations on the sycophantic circles that leach from the arts, desperately trying to stay spiritually close to a love that is geographically far, Japanese folklore and the deep connection between man and beast. All wrapped up in an aquatic psych pop bedsheet.
