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“It’s Brad’s vision to bring the high he feels, the nightclub vibe, to the world we all live in even when we’re not in Las Vegas. A couple of years ago he opened a yogurt shop in New Jersey that’s basically a yogurt dayclub. “I do a yogurt concept with the music,” he told me. “It’s based on DJ culture. When you come in, it’s like a nightclub.” And if you think that sounds like a stupid idea, consider that this 1,100-square-foot yogurt shop netted a million dollars last year, and Brad is opening ten more.”—
NYMN: You describe your music as “Sea Punk”. Care to elaborate?
Russ: A conjunction of words turned into a fourth-internet movement by famusband Zombelle and Ultrademon
Sophie: I wouldn’t say we’re really a #seapunk band, but we love playing around the with genre/aesthetic (which, if you are unclear on, is basically a new-nu rave movement mostly based in Chicago involving dolphins). #splash