Street Sects - Broken Windows, Sunken Ceilings

Label: Self Released
Year: 2014

Your mother cut your Tang with Drano, didn't she? That is, when she bothered to feed you at all.
Your childhood was a stifling dog crate lined in scratchy, flea-infested wool. Your friends were the swords of sunlight that managed to break through the wire mesh and cut the darkness into suffocating shafts of escape. Your favorite song was, and always will be, the sound of the car pulling out of the driveway.

Love thy neighbor...

Damn near anti-everything, this builds on the rhythmical disrespect of a Venetian Snares glitch, crossed with the abrasive hate of "Fucked On A Pile Of Corpses" era Skullflower, played with the bad attitude of a Harry Pussy...but with the loving grace of a band saw. It's the atonal scree of Wolf Eyes as deciphered and recoded by Masami Akita's 808, and narrated by an agitated drifter screaming at you on the street below through the fan blades of your window unit.

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