Nothing but sparse tufts of grass standing solitary and silent against the lowering sky, while the sound moves on and swings counterclockwise in the sudden rush of the dark. Sounds on the distortions of reality that made people commit something somehow. There is something antiquated about the noises, but you can tell from the expression that it is deadly serious. You will be satisfied with your own silence until the pulse will drop. Suddenly, everything will be audible and exposed...
released January 22, 2016
Recorded and Mixed by Genus Inkasso