Slow fizzin', cryptic tape melt murk from Wanda Group, fresh in with Opal Tapes' third batch from the brink. Coming from the manhead behind Dem Hunger, who delivered that wicked 'Caveman Smack' on Leaving Records, and following a wicked split with Ekoplekz and a C20 for NNA Tapes, it's his most substantial cassette so far, burrowing deeper into a psychedelic ferric humus to masticate alien melodic minerals and trace elements of microtonal harmonics. It feels barely played, more like it was rubbed onto the spool with pebbles and flotsam then buried in compost for a few weeks before mastering by a deaf worm. Of course, this is all entirely desirable, resulting an intangibly gorgeous and elusive blur of barely-melody and haptic grain texture sensitivities that importantly sounds like nothing else out there. Nowt.
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Slow fizzin', cryptic tape melt murk from Wanda Group, fresh in with Opal Tapes' third batch from the brink. Coming from the manhead behind Dem Hunger, who delivered that wicked 'Caveman Smack' on Leaving Records, and following a wicked split with Ekoplekz and a C20 for NNA Tapes, it's his most substantial cassette so far, burrowing deeper into a psychedelic ferric humus to masticate alien melodic minerals and trace elements of microtonal harmonics. It feels barely played, more like it was rubbed onto the spool with pebbles and flotsam then buried in compost for a few weeks before mastering by a deaf worm. Of course, this is all entirely desirable, resulting an intangibly gorgeous and elusive blur of barely-melody and haptic grain texture sensitivities that importantly sounds like nothing else out there. Nowt.
Slow fizzin', cryptic tape melt murk from Wanda Group, fresh in with Opal Tapes' third batch from the brink. Coming from the manhead behind Dem Hunger, who delivered that wicked 'Caveman Smack' on Leaving Records, and following a wicked split with Ekoplekz and a C20 for NNA Tapes, it's his most substantial cassette so far, burrowing deeper into a psychedelic ferric humus to masticate alien melodic minerals and trace elements of microtonal harmonics. It feels barely played, more like it was rubbed onto the spool with pebbles and flotsam then buried in compost for a few weeks before mastering by a deaf worm. Of course, this is all entirely desirable, resulting an intangibly gorgeous and elusive blur of barely-melody and haptic grain texture sensitivities that importantly sounds like nothing else out there. Nowt.
Slow fizzin', cryptic tape melt murk from Wanda Group, fresh in with Opal Tapes' third batch from the brink. Coming from the manhead behind Dem Hunger, who delivered that wicked 'Caveman Smack' on Leaving Records, and following a wicked split with Ekoplekz and a C20 for NNA Tapes, it's his most substantial cassette so far, burrowing deeper into a psychedelic ferric humus to masticate alien melodic minerals and trace elements of microtonal harmonics. It feels barely played, more like it was rubbed onto the spool with pebbles and flotsam then buried in compost for a few weeks before mastering by a deaf worm. Of course, this is all entirely desirable, resulting an intangibly gorgeous and elusive blur of barely-melody and haptic grain texture sensitivities that importantly sounds like nothing else out there. Nowt.