Luis Junior bounces into the flowerbeds once again with finesse and confidence as he proclaims his new mantra: My Son Found The Microphone In The Studio. This flowerbomb is the epitome of the haunted Tulipa sound, as it showcases Luis's uncanny ability to mix weighty grooves with magnetic sound structures. Philogresz and Facundo Mohrr stir up a cauldron of liquid magic and chant strange hymns until a five-headed monster emerges with two remixes. Together these three tracks coalesce and become an instant classic within the gates of the gardens.

All over the hillside vegetables. Blue-toothed, loose, and stolen. A tritonal vermin. Classic times in school left an aching in my head. Sacred lullabies sung in transition. Mournful filaments wrapped around a heart of gold. Nearby simplicity. Recipes chiseled into the rock exposure. Locate the fruit just two miles southwest of the train station. The waning excitement. A scarecrow found in one thousand pieces. Languishing synonyms. The man hid in dark corners. Vie