Does anyone else smell tangerines?

After five hours of attempting to sing as if I were Marion Gold, I gave up and attempted to sing as if I were myself. That seemed to do the trick.

A multitracked drum loop & grumbling synths

Echoing 8-bit loops twine around stretched copies of themselves.

Slowed & fuzzed drum loops turn into the sounds of heavy breathing night marchers

Chattering noise-voiceboxes loop & wriggle

Noizey Sirenz

Rhythmic synth line run through a ring modulator & a line delay delay delay...

I'm probably not a good enough singer for four-part vocal harmony. Or maybe I should space the parts out more?

... and even if they are totally earnest in doing their jobs professionally, the execution of their work certainly has political consequences and must not be allowed to escape public scrutiny...