— The World
One record, one day.
Every song, every photograph, every frame lives somewhere inside a single 1970s day — and the album travels through all of it, from the first amber light to the last spin of the disco ball.
Morning · Breezy AM Gold
The open road.
Sun-drenched dusty highways and vintage convertibles through the Mojave. Fringed suede, warm sun flares, the radio low. The hopeful half of the heart.
Dusk / Midnight · Tragic Soul
Wet neon streets.
Rain-slicked sidewalks under amber light. Empty diner booths and dim late-night bars. The slow-burn ballads, the trip-hop heartbreak, the afterglow that always follows.
After-Hours · The Discotheque
Crying on the dancefloor.
Glittering smoky clubs, flickering neon, velvet seating, a disco ball spinning overhead. Dancing the heartbreak away until the lights come up.
