RAKA

"A Kerouacian journey along a straight strip of highway, though mustard-coloured farmland, turning off at a dirt track..." - SPIN magazine review

RAKA began the descent into days that blur into nights and nights that melt into days. Little sleep, lots of dancing, drinking,  watching, singing, cigarette-rolling and picture-taking. Still on the road. A little closer to the city lights though.

Tonic water, not soda.

Alice and Tecla, girls by the boxwine with the nicotine. Read our reviews (above and before).