Almost two hours of absolute faceless murk from the seemingly endless vaults of the Light Sounds Dark selection lab. This one’s especially dank and musty, traversing the sort of desolate borderlands you might find on records by Nurse With Wound, Two Daughters or Zoviet France, into a sort of destroyed no wave industro-jazz missile, Chris Carter-esque drum machine re-wiring, Gregorian chanting, proto dreampop x shoegaze offcuts and just general out—of-time madness. 100% un-shazamable, fully bezonked and worn out. Limited copies, as usual
