Midnight Mines - Scratching The Beat Surface CS
Distant explosions in cardboard rooms. Fake laser fire in fudged riff frenzy. Amateur anarchy underneath the east london railway arches. A string rings out by mistake and then repeats. Vague memory of psych flexi. Blast beats pitched down to minus three bpm. The times we never even thought to speak. Oi craft dad turn it down i'm trying to watch netflix.