Apollo Brown lays down big-band drums that feel both triumphant and worn with history, a groove that testifies rather than just plays. Crimeapple steps in with the measured cadence of a man who wastes no words, his lyricism sharp, reflective, and unflinching. Together, they craft more than a song—it’s a moment, a seamless blend of golden-era grit and modern finesse. This isn’t nostalgia. It’s something real, refusing to be forgotten.