Artist Bio
Wet pale drones scroll like the sand into the hourglass.
The modulations are magots twisted in veins.
Opaque and melancholic ambients.
Breaking of bones and cockroaches in loop.
The waveforms are the smile with the empty orbits.
Forthcoming “…E I VERMI AMERANNO LA MIA CARNE “.
It’s an allegory about death/orgasm/flesh/worms/corrosion/infinite.
No music.
Once again a grave dug in flesh