Ya hear the gear shoved into the back of the car, parked outside of train station baking in coastal sun, guitar body slowly expanding, pushing strings out of tune. Speeding Vehicle draw the best parts of the voice memo jam from last Tuesday out into six lackadaisical storage shed studio bangas. Slacker-y rock approaching the stoned underbelly of punk, echoin’ the unadorned subtropical playfulness of bands like Clag. ‘Rubble’ has a lovely sorta texture that makes you feel like you’re discovering tracks from an old and weird and cool comp album, and reckon it’ll only get better with age.