Severely bleak, caustic, visceral, violent, grimly self-reflective split between Mitchell Rotunno's incredible (A)sex project and my own Eugene Critchley project. This pairing makes perfect sense to me; (A)sex traffics in heavy tormented power electronics and noise destructionism born from dark feelings and emotions, and Eugene Critchley is all my awful shit and patchwork existential pessimism woven together in a quilt of self-loathing and despair. Both projects point toward a similar vision of life.
The resulting 30 minutes is a deeply cinematic, jarring journey through harrowing emotions.
Released in a limited edition of 12 hand-numbered copies. $8 ppd. in the United States, $24 rest of world.