This tape contains, beneath it's mellow, recuperative surface, a most pleasant pathology. Fragmented and disintegrated or backwards vocals float over reverbing synthesizer and echoing drum patterns. Am I floating down towards infinity? Or am I being run over by a train made out of black lights? This recording seems to invite introspective days at home, possibly ill. Alternately: a moss-and-lichen-inspector's soundtrack to morning tour of castle walls.
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