Recorded for the most patriotic day of the year, National Holiday is a sonic obituary for the American psyche. It’s improvised jazz, or what’s left of it after a prolonged exposure to COVID, social media, and late-stage capitalism.

Each track is like waking up in a Chuck E. Cheese that’s been condemned for ritualistic activity. A marching band swallowed by a sinkhole. The saxophone is haunted. The drummer may be unwell. The synths are communicating with something beneath the floorboards.

Wear a helmet…enjoy…