Gaga and Bruno made a song about the apocalypse. It is slow, sad, and analog. It is the opposite of the algorithm. To listen to it in FLAC is to reject the disposable nature of modern culture.
You can hear the ghosts of Elvis Presley’s 70s Vegas residency mixed with the cinematic ache of a classic Tarantino slow-motion walk. Bruno sits at his piano, Gaga leans on the mic stand, and they watch the metaphorical sky fall. It is dusty, warm, and terrifyingly intimate.