No one ever said a ride along the bardo’d be just swell. No, sir. This
wild-eyed slow-burner of a journey is about as unpleasant as it gets without
becoming downright painful, and the opportunities for enlightenment swim
throughout the magnetic coils of kelp like furiously misplaced Coy Fish in a
far-too-small-tank, frantically bashing themselves against abused piezo
pickups, disembodied cinema soundbites, blown out tape loops, (almost) melodic,
ghost-in-the-thrift-town-answering-machine warbles, midnight ETI drone
visitations, and glorious, disorienting feedback.
If you’re looking for a HarshNoise answer to the NewNewAge sound-guided
meditation, Orb Tapes has got all the dark crystals you’ll ever need…
and/or
-- Jacob
An Kittenplan
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