LEBANON
Ruin and confusion. Vacuum tubes dirty, crackling, warming binary code. Meta-level of irony. Warning - terribly, loudly and proudly. Message not delivered. Almost sorry for that. But then again, it's out of love. Extremely specific body, approach as a psycho-biosynthesis of analogies of beaten marginal genres of music. Anyone who hasn't heard it yet will make a databending picture himself/herself. Probably the first or the last. Primetimeshit. A bit like when noises from past decades, Vltava and deep web releases for nerds play to your magnetic resonance. But again, nothing experimental, mind you.
patol
Beyoncé and Thurston Moore's three forgotten children. From the excess of emotions and artistic tension, harrowing tones and words spring forth, carrying back to the Silesian-Moravian roots.
