Here's that A Light In The Attic LP I was talking about. All twelve rippers are so much better realized than the ones on the previous post; each one a mesmerizing, frenetic haze of grey chaos. Lots more twisted discord this time around, for maximum ambiance. This isn't for everyone, but I goddamn love it!
"Dear bicycle, I shall not call you bike, you were green, like so many of your generation, I don't know why. It is a pleasure to meet it again. To describe it at length would be a pleasure. It had a little red horn instead of the bell fashionable in your days. To blow this horn was a real pleasure, almost a vice... What a rest to speak of bicycles and horns."
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