ALL FLESH IS GRASS Vinyl

I breathed in. Endless wheat fields danced in the breeze, a blue mountain shimmering somewhere past the edge of the world. I breathed out, and realised I was stuck in a paradise of my own making. ALL FLESH IS GRASS is TIM SIX turning that quiet, glitching serenity into ambient you can disappear inside.

Distorted birdsong, church bells, rain that turns to falling sand — every grain a moment slipping past. Was it worth living in paradise if I was trapped? Serenity, or reality? Press play and choose.