Call Sender

Golden Langur moves like a creature glimpsed in the canopy—bright, elusive, and charged with a restless, otherworldly rhythm. Call Sender stitches together fractured percussion, humid synth vapour, and low-end murmurings that feel more like heartbeat than bassline. The record slinks between cosmic ambience and feral groove, as if the jungle itself were improvising in code.

Melodies flare up like sudden sunlight on fur, then vanish into shadow; textures scrape, shimmer, and coil around each other in a way that feels ritualistic yet defiantly modern. There’s an edge of mystery in every transition—an invitation to follow, though you’re never quite sure what’s watching from the trees.

It’s an album that breathes. A wild, spectral dispatch from the forest floor to the outer ether.