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Don't trust the city lights. They create the illusion of safety, but in fact only enchance the deep shadows where the devil lurks. The way the occasional narcotic whispers and the seductive saxophone blend with the gloomy atmosphere of the electronics lead this record towards a bleak nervous stillness. acoelho
supported by 6 fans who also own “Benzedrine Black Byrd Bebop”
This music successfully captures the sensory atmosphere that every work of Cosmic Horror endeavors to induce. Spiritual and philosophical awe encircles a doomful enlightenment.
The blanket of psychic pressure rises, like a swampy tide, as we're consumed into the fathomless mind of the cephalopod god.
ia, ia, fhtagn, dude. davidthekane