so this band called gin wife land in our mysterious musical postbag and we are all the better for it.

this track kinda feels like someone scribbled “fuck it” on a napkin, turned it into a bass riff, and built a whole indie banger around it.

great vocal, cool production and the whole thing is kinda raw, ridiculous, and brilliantly self-aware.

the sarcastic lyrics take aim at the macho absurdity of golf bros, while the woozy, lo-fi edges give it that perfect shed-recorded charm. gin wife is carving out her own lane — and she for one, has a new fan over here at introvert disco 🪩

thank u for making this banger, gin wife ❤️