Description

‘Lacerating Duality’ swells in an out of focus like a dusty reel of film in a makeshift projection booth. Three ambiguous movements of paranoid stereo field fuckery. Rain slicked midnight streets, the dubious scraping sounds overheard in a cheap motel room, the hum and crackle of the gas station attendant’s pocket radio. A Lynchian diorama of the blurry American underbelly.

Dubbed on black cassettes with on-body labels and four panel J-card.