Stone cold classic BEB material from the Aussie trio, Carla dal Forno, Samuel Karmel and Tarquin Manek.
A frighteningly affective meditation on childhood memories, 'Hide Before Dinner' dredges similar, cobwebby partitions of the mind as Leyland Kirby's classics as The Caretaker, realising a drug fug sequence of enervated electronics, croaking death-folk and pause-button collage with an indelibly psychedelic impact.
We've all been there, gazing back on shit times with fuzzy fondness, right? F Ingers do so, and do it with thee most unheimlich attraction, coupling the kind of curdled electronics that made Tarquin's LST release 'Th Duo' so strangely fascinating, with the pastoral otherworldiness of their Tarcar output, and the much more elusive spectre of their own tortured and tortuous psyche, which is threaded thru the release like a silvery slug trail connecting them now to their snotted youth.
Perfectly summed by the label as "a relatable suburban gothic", we urge you to check the discordant sensations of 'Tantrum Time', or the murky wallow of 'Useless Treasure' and indulge the infidelities of your own, half-cut childhood recollections.
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Stone cold classic BEB material from the Aussie trio, Carla dal Forno, Samuel Karmel and Tarquin Manek.
A frighteningly affective meditation on childhood memories, 'Hide Before Dinner' dredges similar, cobwebby partitions of the mind as Leyland Kirby's classics as The Caretaker, realising a drug fug sequence of enervated electronics, croaking death-folk and pause-button collage with an indelibly psychedelic impact.
We've all been there, gazing back on shit times with fuzzy fondness, right? F Ingers do so, and do it with thee most unheimlich attraction, coupling the kind of curdled electronics that made Tarquin's LST release 'Th Duo' so strangely fascinating, with the pastoral otherworldiness of their Tarcar output, and the much more elusive spectre of their own tortured and tortuous psyche, which is threaded thru the release like a silvery slug trail connecting them now to their snotted youth.
Perfectly summed by the label as "a relatable suburban gothic", we urge you to check the discordant sensations of 'Tantrum Time', or the murky wallow of 'Useless Treasure' and indulge the infidelities of your own, half-cut childhood recollections.
Stone cold classic BEB material from the Aussie trio, Carla dal Forno, Samuel Karmel and Tarquin Manek.
A frighteningly affective meditation on childhood memories, 'Hide Before Dinner' dredges similar, cobwebby partitions of the mind as Leyland Kirby's classics as The Caretaker, realising a drug fug sequence of enervated electronics, croaking death-folk and pause-button collage with an indelibly psychedelic impact.
We've all been there, gazing back on shit times with fuzzy fondness, right? F Ingers do so, and do it with thee most unheimlich attraction, coupling the kind of curdled electronics that made Tarquin's LST release 'Th Duo' so strangely fascinating, with the pastoral otherworldiness of their Tarcar output, and the much more elusive spectre of their own tortured and tortuous psyche, which is threaded thru the release like a silvery slug trail connecting them now to their snotted youth.
Perfectly summed by the label as "a relatable suburban gothic", we urge you to check the discordant sensations of 'Tantrum Time', or the murky wallow of 'Useless Treasure' and indulge the infidelities of your own, half-cut childhood recollections.
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Stone cold classic BEB material from the Aussie trio, Carla dal Forno, Samuel Karmel and Tarquin Manek.
A frighteningly affective meditation on childhood memories, 'Hide Before Dinner' dredges similar, cobwebby partitions of the mind as Leyland Kirby's classics as The Caretaker, realising a drug fug sequence of enervated electronics, croaking death-folk and pause-button collage with an indelibly psychedelic impact.
We've all been there, gazing back on shit times with fuzzy fondness, right? F Ingers do so, and do it with thee most unheimlich attraction, coupling the kind of curdled electronics that made Tarquin's LST release 'Th Duo' so strangely fascinating, with the pastoral otherworldiness of their Tarcar output, and the much more elusive spectre of their own tortured and tortuous psyche, which is threaded thru the release like a silvery slug trail connecting them now to their snotted youth.
Perfectly summed by the label as "a relatable suburban gothic", we urge you to check the discordant sensations of 'Tantrum Time', or the murky wallow of 'Useless Treasure' and indulge the infidelities of your own, half-cut childhood recollections.