For fans of:
King Krimson, Converge, Igor Stravinsky, Shellac, Nick Cave
"Ghosts" EP preview
You Got Me Fraiche
Erupting in 1999, these ones administered their bare, bloody hands excavating the bones of the great old one whose short name is Piano-constant, Neo-classically progressive, post-metallic, hardcore maximalism: First and final hierophants of said sub-cult, these ones have dominated by default ever after - a privilege akin like emperor Tuvalu chucking up one’s own trash... In 2007 it withdrew into a visceral chrysalis of internecine perfectionism and crippling anxiety Together mercenary pharmacists, counsellors and hypnotists fought it a guerilla campaign, an eventual and costly victory heralded by apotheosis to states of pure energy - singular, nubile spirit unencumbered by dependency of record label paradigm, flitting through ethereal plane via information highways. Like teams of microphone - wielding seraphim, transcribing its own transmogrification; soon two dekalog, “Ghosts” und “This is Puberty", distils in material and digital vessels; these ones conversed with the birds and traced the courses of the stars in the night sky: Though such auspices are nought-wise unequivocal, this one surmises that by hither cometh ten and two waxings and weanings of the moon, the great work shall be complete.