Channeling a terribly grim form of pessimism into the hearts and hands of every happy brass playing musician in the city
I hate doing this…but at this point…anything you pick up from my shop helps a lot right now
Last Thursday I flew out of bed, made coffee - and spent at least four hours breaking out of a very long writing dry-spell.
Later that night, I went to a show. When I came home our house had been broken into and I lost a lot of things that I spent years creating and collecting.
This is rather crippling.
Re-release of babelfishh - ‘skullinhanddemo’ is now avaiable both in cassette and digital form.
http://babelfishh.bandcamp.com/album/skullinhanddemo
This is a reversed demo - previously written and released songs recorded in some sort of mixed up rehearsal room fashion. The second run of an edition of 24 cassettes and the precursor to ‘eyeless terror’.
Thirty minutes of older songs reworked with sporadic improvisational bits blended throughout. All of it recorded in a chaotic flurry between a garage and a guestroom. Pleasantly rough and wildly unkempt - a sprawl of madness and hastily documented blind emotion.
flawless transition(s):
Ali Seven to Nocturnal Blood to George Strait to Nocturnal Blood.
prison soup (evak & babelfishh) - scathing sentiment
