"newborn Eww Orleans improv triad Skin Shit christens own damn label with this cassette, four tracks culled from two documents. vocal loop desperation, churning drum infinitudes, guitaree polkadots bounce off of pee-soaked drop ceilings onto wrongspeed magnetic tape and back out to yer un-ready ears, back out to yer un-ready temples when one might choose to rise quite quickly from lying position." 2$, 4$ppd
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