Get Found

"Get Found" runs on nervous energy — a song that moves like someone who can't sit still even when they want to. The guitar riff has that classic Bass Drum of Death quality: deceptively simple, but loaded with grit, the kind of hook that feels like it was always there waiting to be discovered in some Mississippi junk shop. The rhythm section charges forward with controlled aggression, a locked-in gallop that gives the track momentum without letting it collapse into chaos. There's something almost paradoxical in the title and the sound — the music itself is jagged and half-hidden in noise, yet the sentiment reaches outward, toward connection, toward being seen. Hoover's delivery is raw and slightly desperate at the edges, like someone shouting into a room where they're not sure anyone's listening. The production is deliberately lo-fi, with the kind of tape-saturated warmth that makes the distortion feel organic rather than processed. This is garage rock doing what it does best: stripping everything back to need and velocity. It belongs to that lineage of American lo-fi that treats noise as emotional honesty. Play it when you're restless, when you feel invisible in a specific and frustrating way, when you need something to move in your body before you can figure out what to do with your thoughts.