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Most nights, you’ll catch Alison Hunter at The Venue—the exact kind of sweaty Nashville dive that hosts low-key legendary indie acts. Sounds like a total dream, except Al is just stuck stamping wrists at the door with Julien, her work-husband/big-brother-figure who is completely unbothered. Whenever she can slip away, she’s mooching free drinks off the heavily tattooed bartender, watching the stage, and spiraling over whether she’ll ever actually finish a song after her last catastrophic live performance.
Then a literal once-in-a-century storm rolls through, her toxic lead-singer ex shows up out of nowhere, and Al gets sucked into an endless loop of chaotic late nights, questionable new roster additions, and old-flame drama. On top of that, she becomes utterly hyperfixated on the mysterious disappearance of a troubled indie music icon—to the point where her own mental health starts glitching hard. It all comes to a head during one extremely reckless night that threatens to burn her whole life down.
As raw and intoxicating as the buzz of a cranked-up amp, Lo Fi is a total love letter to the messy reality of the main-character creative struggle, the fine line between lust and genuine feelings, and the deep need to just be understood.
Most nights, you’ll catch Alison Hunter at The Venue—the exact kind of sweaty Nashville dive that hosts low-key legendary indie acts. Sounds like a total dream, except Al is just stuck stamping wrists at the door with Julien, her work-husband/big-brother-figure who is completely unbothered. Whenever she can slip away, she’s mooching free drinks off the heavily tattooed bartender, watching the stage, and spiraling over whether she’ll ever actually finish a song after her last catastrophic live performance.
Then a literal once-in-a-century storm rolls through, her toxic lead-singer ex shows up out of nowhere, and Al gets sucked into an endless loop of chaotic late nights, questionable new roster additions, and old-flame drama. On top of that, she becomes utterly hyperfixated on the mysterious disappearance of a troubled indie music icon—to the point where her own mental health starts glitching hard. It all comes to a head during one extremely reckless night that threatens to burn her whole life down.
As raw and intoxicating as the buzz of a cranked-up amp, Lo Fi is a total love letter to the messy reality of the main-character creative struggle, the fine line between lust and genuine feelings, and the deep need to just be understood.