The swamp has never sounded so pretty; you can practically see it through those clumps of mist, thumping quietly. You can hear the torch beam too, grainy and staticy, channelled via pick ups into serrated song format, accompanied by twigs that when bent and twisted, provide different tones (ala Daniel Menche's metal noise rod thing) which are then funneled into this slow tectonic landscape.
[Buy II from Soft Abuse]
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