Brame & Hamo make me want to move to Ireland, if only to live in the landscapes they describe with their sounds.
"Kebab Dreams" is a deep vibrant green, undulating and seeming to go on forever. It's scattered with a nostalgia so deeply connected to the soul it's like the spirits of ancient rock formations telling stories through telepathy.
Taken on the surface, analyzed by the title, I can't imagine a dream of a Kebab ever being this vibrant, but then I'd be underestimating how much either Brame or Hamo enjoys himself a kebab.