To step into the story of Golden Wolf, the shimmering fifth chapter in the Dope Lemon adventure… We all are curious where they’ll take us next when you board the dope plane. This time, it’s a seaplane—an amphibious wonder known as The Golden Wolf, with an interior decked out in earthy suede and the smell of sun-soaked cedarwood. It flies to an untouched coastline at the edge of a forgotten desert, where an old hacienda sits beneath the shadow of sandstone cliffs. Time moves differently here—every room holds secrets from another era, whispers of travels far beyond the horizon, and echoes of love letters never sent.
Inside, you’re invited to reflect: the choices you made, the ones you left behind, and those still waiting at the crossroads ahead. Pour a drink, let the warm breeze in, and listen closely to the desert winds—they carry fragments of stories that are both yours and someone else’s.
The Golden Wolf may be a real seaplane—It’s as though Angus Stone really did find inspiration from his wanderings at a remote hacienda by a mAre you cagical secret beach drinking Pina Coladas—but the real magic unfolds in the sounds of Golden Wolf, a new record that blends reflective introspection with wild sonic landscapes. If Kimosabè felt like a classic road anthem album for a cosmic journey, Golden Wolf opens the door to a wilder, more uncertain frontier. The songs here are still anchored by Stone’s trademark grooves, but they feel looser, more windswept, capturing the heat of endless desert days and the cool mystery of moonlit nights.
Songs like “Electric Green Lambo” swags in with confidence, like someone swaggering around in a velvet robe—smooth, effortless, and undeniably cool. “She’s All Time” conjures visions of sun soaked dreams, poolside dancing with an ethereal, unknowable muse.
“Sugarcat” slinks through shadows, playful yet elusive, leaving only traces of its presence behind. And then there’s “John Belushi”, stirring up a whirlwind of reckless energy, arms wide open in the chaos. It’s big, bold, and impossible to pin down, echoing with laughter and wildness, though its true meaning always seems just out of reach. Each track invites you deeper, without ever fully giving itself away.
This new chapter reveals Stone at his most open yet—peeling back layers of silky sheened memories, imagination and thought provoking insights. It unveils what he’s built over the many years of the Dope Lemon Temple, where so many listeners go to dip their minds in the music, only to find themselves in another land. In Kimosabè, we saw Stone reflect on his youth and the roads that shaped him. Now, in Golden Wolf, he’s grappling with the question of where the road leads next.
With a soundscape that drifts between languid, sun-soaked rock and shimmering, nocturnal grooves, Golden Wolf doesn’t rush to its destination. Instead, it invites you to savour the journey—the highs and the lows, the solitude and the celebration. Like the desert, it’s both barren and beautiful, a place where time slows down, and for a while, you can lose yourself completely.
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