B-Side Guys

Four musicians enter a 117-year-old house overlooking the Pacific, armed with nothing but two rehearsals and the kind of mutual trust that makes preparation seem almost insulting. What emerges from those sessions isn’t just collaboration—it’s the sound of creative chemistry crystallizing in real time, captured before anyone involved fully understood what they’d created.

“Our Detour” operates on the principle that the most profound connections happen accidentally. Joseph Shabason, Nicholas Krgovich, and Tenniscoats’ Saya and Ueno have constructed something that feels both meticulously crafted and completely spontaneous, as if the song discovered itself while they were busy looking elsewhere. The production carries the warmth of analog recording and the intimacy of friends making music for the pure joy of hearing what happens when their individual voices converge.

The track’s electronic textures breathe with organic irregularity, each element finding its place through intuition rather than calculation. Shabason’s saxophone work doesn’t announce itself—it emerges from the mix like a half-remembered melody floating up from the subconscious. Krgovich’s contributions feel similarly fluid, while Tenniscoats bring their signature approach to finding magic in quotidian moments, transforming simple observations into something approaching the transcendent.

What’s remarkable about “Our Detour” is how it captures the specific energy of creative momentum without sacrificing the intimacy that made those sessions possible. The song feels like eavesdropping on a conversation between old friends, even though these collaborators had barely met. There’s a quality of deep listening embedded in every arrangement choice, as if each musician spent more time responding to what they heard than planning what they’d contribute next.

The result documents something ephemeral—the moment when strangers become collaborators, when improvisation becomes composition, when a detour reveals itself as the intended destination all along. “Our Detour” doesn’t just describe that process; it embodies it, creating a sonic space where accident and intention become indistinguishable.