Deja Vu

Deja Vu lives up to its name with a rewind built right into the tape. What started as an accidental cutoff became a gag: a whole set replayed just to get it on tape, creating that eerie sense you’d heard it all before.

It’s a journey from barroom send-ups to shoegaze shimmer, from noisy Americana to fragile atmospherics, stitched together by that déjà vu feeling of familiar sounds suddenly circling back on themselves. It’s equal parts repetition and revelation, and somehow makes a skipped tape feel like destiny.