[WARNING: The following album contains somewhat loud high pitched drones, especially on tracks 2 and 5 and partially on tracks 3 and 4. Listener discretion is advised.]

listen closely, the performance is about to begin


recommended reading are the liner notes for this album that comes with this download. excerpt below:

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"They yell."

reinforced with steel and ichor.
They approach piranesian
twisting in spires. rigid grids. rigid grids
sometimes not even rigid They are quite kurokawaian.

They yell.
every spin there, They yell. They never seem to quiet.
are They cheering? praising? moaning? screaming?
(we can hear Their wanes Their screeches Their industriousness haunts every sleeping why oh why the ambulances have done it again thank the fucking lord)
shockingly we find use in Their agony? the silence can terrify.
not that They ever really make us feel welcome either in Their rise.

we tried chatting with Them, oh we promise we have
They reply only noise-sound.
those yells sometimes answer our remarks
sometimes They don't.

in those moments, as we rush by Their body parts not only growing but blackened reflections shining,
in those moments, as we stop in Their heat shards scattered in all directions,
in those moments, as we find Their structuralist folds to occupy,
in those moments, when we finally look around and see Their horizon-stretched beautillion embrace,
in those moments, when we finally look up to Their outstretched fists to the skies below,
it never ceases to surprise us, in those smallest moments:

for all Their trills, Their clanks, Their warbles, Their cries,
They don't yell.
They sing.
welcome Home