Labels: OSR Tapes
Review by: Captain Fidanza
Incredible songs of abject ridiculousness, each recorded in one take into a Dictaphone, by two people trying to “pass the time in the winter.” Some of them have the power to remind me of the sonic experiments I used to make as an early teenager, not caring one iota as to the professionalism of the outcome, only interested in the act of making something which expressed some aspect of myself.
There was a child went forth every day;
And the first object he look’d upon, that object he became;
And that object became part of him for the day, or a certain part of the day, or for many years, or stretching cycles of years.