SUNN are a bit hard to explain without sounding like you’re a recovering 60s throw-back, sky-high on acid, and drunk on prison-brewed whiskey: “Well maaan, they all, like, wear robes, and there’s smoke everywhere, and there’s no drums because you, like, feeeel the music rather than hearing it maaan”. Yeah, I know, pass me the nearest shotgun, it’s hippy-hour at the SittingNow shooting range.