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Spectre Horsemen, Pale With Dust
Trepanation For The National Health

A love letter to the low end. A post-industrial sludge holding host to a murky assortment of different shades of darkness; all kept constantly moving and combining into abstract angles at a molasses pace by a mechanical tide - until all becomes one trapped inside a malformed bass dirge.

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