Sean Cocktail

Sean Cocktail started in the recital gutter, all nylon strings and clean nails, before crawling into the circuitry. Now, with 5D, he drags guitar through neon filth and machine sweat: broken romance, chrome nightlife, bass like a dirty engine under wet streets. Classical precision still twitches in the hands, but the output is all midnight static, cheap perfume, and future-decadence.