This is fascinating. Field recordings, atmospherics and crepitation, whispers and incantations. The sun just went down here and I feel like this is why.
IMAGINARIUM: Dancing Deadlips
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This is glorious. Wish I had the spare cash for the CD this week. (EDIT: fuck it. Bought it anyway.)