Dark, thoughtful cassette from the blacked cheesescapes of Wisconsin. This tape is seriously FUCKED UP. There is simply no other way to describe it. Chances are you probably won't even like it on first listen. Just you wait for that second listen though, you cheemy little bastard.
A damaged, deranged excursion across the post-apocolyptic tundra of depression; replete with ominpresent wolf-howls laced into the buzzing void. Keep hating yourself. You can almost feel the mud and snow soaking into your shoes.
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