
A cold, digital descent into paranoia. Minimalist vocal loops meet jagged electronic percussion in a record that sounds like a corrupted hard drive.
It's like being trapped in a haunted smart-fridge that's trying to kill you.
A cold, paranoid digital isolation that feels both claustrophobic and strangely hollow.
The instrumentation foregrounds electronics/laptop notably more than the catalogue usually does.
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