Sickness of the soul leads to death of the body, and yet the spirit continues, descends. Dissipating, dissolving, slowly torn asunder. The weight of a life wasted, plunging ever deeper through mordant regret and mental turmoil, eventually coming to rest at the terminus of all things, the final moment of dissolution, depletion and void.
A two hour shaped noise Halloween journey conducted under harsh circumstances, continually operating turntables and a gruesome lack of consideration for your personal well-being. Do not listen to this music.