Welcome to the hyper, fantastical reality that is born out of summer love between 80s babies and online thrift store junkies. BUHU’s works sit atop a limestone bedrock of war drums and queerious guitar melodies textured with the digital impatience of Ableton and the uneducated Gen Xers who operate it. Auto-tuned, transduced and otherwise manipulated vocal melodies scale over the barely cohering house/art-pop inspired dance grooves, yet you are still encouraged to take some acid and just "go off" on the person next to you.