
Jagged electric guitars and stumbling drums invade the Corwood basement. Abrasive, atonal, and deeply isolated, this is the sound of a private world fracturing.
It sounds like a garage band from another dimension where rhythm was never invented.
A fractured, abrasive descent into a private world of dissonance and clattering percussion.
The instrumentation foregrounds electric guitar far more than the catalogue usually does.
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