I’ve lost track of the date the last few weeks. Before I disappeared I found myself caught up in the electro psychological probings of Dead Plans, from The Bodies Obtained. Waves of sound radiate in and out of this house-of-mirrors, with foreboding movement gone past lightless melancholy. “Baby , It’s Not A Sin” works the synapses to new disarray dissecting its object with lunges concerning love. Definitely not for your friends who wear backwards hats, though a worthy destination for dark confusions and the ponderings of meaninglessness. Good stuff.
audio:
death from above
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