Hypnotic Sleep: S/T 12"
Distorted, isolated melodies out of a dusty bedroom. Hopeful and disturbing, but always hunting and in the red. I imagine a guy sitting in between a big mess of worn out Folk and Post Punk records, creating a soundtrack for his imaginary movie about the rise and fall of mankind. Minimal, deranged anthems like warm slices of ginger pie served in a cold winter night.
Distorted, isolated melodies out of a dusty bedroom. Hopeful and disturbing, but always hunting and in the red. I imagine a guy sitting in between a big mess of worn out Folk and Post Punk records, creating a soundtrack for his imaginary movie about the rise and fall of mankind. Minimal, deranged anthems like warm slices of ginger pie served in a cold winter night.
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Distorted, isolated melodies out of a dusty bedroom. Hopeful and disturbing, but always hunting and in the red. I imagine a guy sitting in between a big mess of worn out Folk and Post Punk records, creating a soundtrack for his imaginary movie about the rise and fall of mankind. Minimal, deranged anthems like warm slices of ginger pie served in a cold winter night.
