This starts as a trippy concoction of Escher like traceries, mirror on mirror tugging at your cranium in infinites. Engorged and parabolic, those possessive vibes trapping you in the stare of those long haul headlights, endless dynamics - a shroud of turpentine skulled halluci.
Two shorter tracks follow on from this, the first hits you harder, with a coarse drilling and Austrian radio wave nausea, clearing to a cutting room floor of south country accent and conversational snippets... Then track 3 comes in with its boiler house metallic, shackled to a riveted equine snort… leading to a teeny vacuum packed reprieve of rodent wheel squeak, a prelude to the blistering finale…
A hex-ville thicket of barbed crosses and scared vocals (or those sub-harmonics are messing with my head again). A death candy garden blown through some frazzled casio constructed of sparrow throats… as burning butterflies replace your eyes, and your teeth chatter like railway carriages caught in some amorphic cataclysm… Warning beacons pleading for collapse… trampled underfoot, then emptied out into the silent abyss…
I love this release right down to the Luftwaffe typography. I really wish I’d ignored the parking ticket worries back in Aug of '08 and stuck around to catch this band fling their wares live…
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