"Sacramento's Ganglians want an island somewhere where they can soak in the sun and prowl the canopy by night. It's not often that they do get out, but they can get down for that. Recording sometimes as one, sometimes as four it's a real game to figure out where the entity comes from and where it's going. First and foremost it's about uncertain pleasures. It's a bit like choose your own adventure. There's "codeine balladry"; a slightly upsetting tempo that is quickly flushed into an aural high, the next moment you're in the toy strewn abyss of the bedroom and then out to the tribal caves of the natives. The planets align and the sun beats down, palms tingling, and you are on the island they've built, the scenery constantly shifting for a better view, of you." woodsist
Rod Modell * Loneward
1 hour ago
2 comments:
gústame!!! he descubierto que la cadena lee emepetreses. asín que puedo grabotear varios muchos en un sidí :)
alégrome :))
de este díscolo me gusta sobremanera la portada, y dos chansons mucho: stuck under town y the void
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