Double cassette of modulation, deep electronic drones, and harsh wall madness. Tape one is 90 minutes of brick walls to your teeth. Unrelenting. Acidic. Music to put on over the bullhorn after you’ve overthrown the regime. Tape two is more experimental. Super-downsampled chiptunes formed into a plasmic mass. Grinding metal and tape hiss clumped into a hunk of dead flesh. Very limited, very handmade, very loud.