I had never, until now, listened to an album capable of sculpting sound in the same way that Francis Bacon painted his canvases. These sonical tour-de-forces are like engravings of the ineffable, auric resonances of the vibrations felt in the scream and in the murmur that become apparent to us when our consciousness is forced to stand face to face with itself (like the idea of hell as a mental reality, projected by a person’s own karmic saṃskāra-s). This porous, indeterminate ... read more

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"Living / Dying" within a free improv present(ation); undeniable and relentless, arranging yourself within a lifetime of the moment before death, working outside the framework of conscious understanding and control; videodrome won't reach you here — this is the first and only moment experiencing experiencing without the affective else. We don't exist.

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