Described by some as distorted garbage, Walt Endor-esque synth driven rage, melodic sounds of various electrocutions, executed imperfectly in wet dream stylings of shame and anger. Uncomputerlike. Tainted. Constantly devolving and evolving backwards and forwards, experimenting with sound manipulation, wild tempo changes, distorted, frantic drumbeats, genre-clashing, and rock clacking.
New CD Teratophobia soon to hit record stores and walmarts fanatically near beginning to mid 2012. Rough drafts of Teratophobia have been called by test dummies as unlistenable, alienating. "All tracks are organ driven tales of wanderlust, fear, insignificance, completely unfit for the men and women of the earth" one man claimed. Though tales of the cellar fish, in its fabled Ship of Unspeakable Evil, have been passed down for centuries, sometimes in the form of a salmon, an eagle, a steer, a spider.
Some say that it shall come in the form of a black dog running through the uncrowded streets of the villages of Last Minute, Limberlost, Morningmoon, Whistle Blowing, and Elderoth. And the leather and nails it leaves back there, over its shoulder, will indeed. It will indeed. Read more on Last.fm.
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