"Nyoukis! The name trumps hot on the carved brass horn. Gongs crash shrill and slaves shriek aloud. You Sir! Expecting pure vocal gravy like on 'Carrion Hut' or 'Hora'? Madam, perhaps the holy minimal strings like that Golem grey Penderecki served us on 'Owl Tapes'? No. Nein. Nyet. Not the fucking case pal. Four measured tracks. Two dedicated to the cats that's been making heads turn for a while now (Banana Seymour & that Dogfella exactly) but all washing up a new kind of psychedelic moss. Fresh thin tendrils, easy to snap, but determined to grow among loose grey matter late on into the next day, and the next and the next. This is a living séance with The Acrylic Widow. Wisdom from the Old Ones, the thin Venn diagram slice between frantic scuttling & sweet Miskatonic stoned." (label info) yellow vinyl, limited edition of 250 copies
in stock | UK| 2013| DISCOMBOBULATE | 16.90

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