Ghostbitch, Cassette

Put out your hand and a noise tape will fall into it –at least, that’s how it seems these days! I wonder what it would be like if this kind of music was how you felt all the time. In this case, it would be like having metal wasps in your veins all day. Kind of chilling? Unsettling drones wash one over the other, relentlessly, over the course of this sixty minute tape outing. That’s sixty minutes of chilling. Sixty minutes of “your veins are full of metal wasps.” (MC)

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