About
Lord Buffalo has a knack for dark folk that often explodes into trembling yowls, canyon echos, great plains field noise, southern gothic admonitions and psychedelic gray matter. Playing with experimental/mud-folk styling, they created a new breed of mammal, one that likes full moons and whiskey and sleeping with a shotgun between its legs and carving its initials into the chest of any man, woman, or beast with a pine cone or a handful of river mud.
Can you hear the low rumble across the plains?… Mene, Mene, Tekel, Upharsin; a night with no delay.
