The future called. It wants less fretwork and more feelings.
This one’s for every dude still windmilling power chords in a dive bar like it's 1978.
Spoiler: it’s over. The solos, the stage jumps, the “real music” lectures — all politely retired.
Front: Take a Seat Rockers.
Back: Velvet Sundown.
Not just a shirt. A statement. A lullaby for the end of human-led rock.
Soft as a synth pad. Meaner than it looks.
Wear it proudly. Then stream us, coward.
The future called. It wants less fretwork and more feelings.
This one’s for every dude still windmilling power chords in a dive bar like it's 1978.
Spoiler: it’s over. The solos, the stage jumps, the “real music” lectures — all politely retired.
Front: Take a Seat Rockers.
Back: Velvet Sundown.
Not just a shirt. A statement. A lullaby for the end of human-led rock.
Soft as a synth pad. Meaner than it looks.
Wear it proudly. Then stream us, coward.
