An irresponsible uncorking of corrosive entertainment vessels.

Skittering low fidelity voices emanate from a moribund television tube, looped until completely pulverized and laid bare before us as a funky dissonant rhythm gallops along like a backfiring noxious jalopy … engine oil drips from a plinky piano roll, grinding about like a primitive torture device and setting off a skronky mechanical rock and roll chain reaction … an excessively siblant percussion ensemble resonates into a burning friction, melting metal and rubber into an odd souvenir … this is all counterbalanced by an increasingly dense digital processing of vaguely natural sounds … voices of possessed children and layered strings usher in a theatrical turn, and with it, a synthesized hunched-over bubble dance … determined fingers tickle the dirty keys of an ungrounded cheap organ amidst the loud reverberating snap of poorly tensilized tape … electronic pulses punctuate the bass rumble, percolating into a peaceful oblivion … this strangely sudden austerity is broken up with screechy bowed instruments, caveman drumming and amplifier feedback … a puttering groove putters itself out, exposing patchy vines of amplified marimba keys … our souls in tension amidst the woody ambiance of shifting habitats.