The masters take shelter in the caverns we've made of this planet with our knees.
Shivering, we coil into needles, the threads of us unwinding to be stitched into their finery, with which they are granted warmth.
But, at last, I am learning to close my eyes.
Great, bananas electronic music on the latest from Kamoun, with rhythms that turn cartwheels and tones that tie themselves up in knots. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 12, 2023