Archive for August, 2015
A whirlpool of the surreal and the corporeal; ambient light glinting within distortion filth.
Electronic noise presented in various states of time and translucency, overlain and intersected.
A cello is dragged under the spell of a man speaking in tongues, as composer Erik Bünger plays dangerous games with an old record from 1948.
Carefree fuzz pop and delusional invincibility; 11 tracks in 23 minutes.
Pocket utopias and the haunt of mortality.