The title chosen for this album is incredibly apropos in
that each of the six songs conjured up by way of layers upon layers of
synthesizers are all individual worlds of their own, yet are carefully captured
and culled into one cohesive journey of a cassette.
The most sinister sides of humanity are distilled here into
beat-less syncopation, for your pleasure, with ominous scores that could easily
support films concerning damaged psyches, deprivation, depravation,
damnation…you get the idear… as well as an all out assault or two that could
very well translate to an intergalactic call-to-arms, if the wrong ETI picked
it up on their spacey boombox.
Not
recommended for those in need of lowering their blood pressure. Side effects may
include acute paranoia, distrust, night sweats, and a strong desire to know
where, exactly, oh, just where is Ray Bradbury a-c-t-u-a-l-l-y buried.
and/or
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- Jacob An Kittenplan
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