In the world of music, opportunity rarely knocks twice.
On the face of it, Jacob Slater (AKA Wunderhorse) had everything he’d ever dreamed of. His band, Dead Pretties, were being talked up as one of the most exciting new groups in the country. The handful of tracks the trio had put out were a riot of punk riffs and gobby attitude, and the sweaty bedlam of their shows had record labels lining up, salivating at the prospect of signing the latest great young hopes. Butterflies comes to life in a swirl of delicate, spiraling guitars before turning into a gnarled wood of grungy psychedelia that recalls Mark Lanegan’s work with Screaming Trees.