Music / Palouk Potrvá / 10.7. /

Doom and gloom. Electrons crackling, popping, warming binary code. Meta-level irony. Warning - horribly, noisily and proudly. Message undelivered. Almost sorry about that. But then, it's of love. An extremely specific group, approach as a psycho-biosynthesis of analogies of beaten out fringe genres of music. Anyway, who hasn't heard it yet, will make a databending picture himself/herself. Probably the first or the last. Primetimeshit. A bit like having noises from decades past, Vltava and nerdy releases wedged in the deep web played to your MRI. But again, nothing experimental, mind you.