Like drifting off into insanity. The artist's plight is felt through the music. Feverish nights, miscellaneous clicks, and amorphous drones: the representation of this madness of trying to feel out a breakthrough, to capture that seven minutes of hell onto analogue just to massage the ego of the ear-holes. Atomization of the soul into particulate matter that vibrates and infiltrates the body of the indifferent: music for the cosmic corpse in a business suit; it's all universal. Flowers from warheads.
Favorite track: I Fail. You Fall..