Sprinkles here and there of Brecht and cabaret/Cabaret Isherwood Eurosludge and all kinds of blindness but this is definitely where the Coil of Tattooed Man were going. I still can't truly express how sad it is that they never got there. It's from the Operatt Amorale album by Black Sun Productions.
A Yousendit bicyclathonic workitout
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