Like watching a rapid series of experiments take place, this album comes right from the lab. There are strange machines tuned to underground algorithms, the search is underway and the readings are off the charts. The space of this tape is decidedly closed in, dense and dank, but an occasional flashlight beam cuts through the winding tunnels. At first I thought he was looking for something sinister, but eventually began to realize he was looking for me.
UPDATE: foxy digitalis is "loving" this tape! See the full review here.
45 copies. Artwork by Spare Death Icon.
OOP
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