MOR Mines - Pipe-Clang Distress Call From The Time-Locked Spare Vault CS
Lurching up a deserted high street on a cold afternoon. Spy themes for neighbours peeking behind grubby curtains. Zimmer frame dancehall. The UFO sounds you hear when you're chained to a radiator. 39 degrees of simulated stereo. Cheap at half the price. Relentlessly satisfied. Dubs buried underneath layers of rust. Sleep paralysis. This is not the youthful dream (again).