Some old cylinder-days orchestral sounds resampled, chopped, and effected. Put me in mind of clowns.

No rhyme, no reason, just a colony of mournful machines piping their clangorous, grinding sonorisms at each other across an barren electronic landscape. This will also be some of the source material that I will process later into something…

Always on the threshold, always buzzing, get out of my head, get out get out

No rhyme, no reason, just a colony of mournful machines piping their clangorous, grinding sonorisms at each other across an barren electronic landscape. This will also be some of the source material that I will process later into something…

No rhyme, no reason, just a colony of mournful machines piping their clangorous, grinding sonorisms at each other across an barren electronic landscape. This will also be some of the source material that I will process later into something…

Always on the threshold, always buzzing, get out of my head, get out get out

Always on the threshold, always buzzing, get out of my head, get out get out

Always on the threshold, always buzzing, get out of my head, get out get out

Always on the threshold, always buzzing, get out of my head, get out get out

Always on the threshold, always buzzing, get out of my head, get out get out