In the throes of hallucinatory bliss and phantasmagorica, unbridled and free throughout the wisping ethers of the unconsciousness, to the very outer edges of the known nervosia. Clasped to sweet oblivion's illusory breast, drunk, passionate, and melancholy. Breaking open the skies above, rendering the clouds servile, awash in the sickly stench of your own inadequacy, reeking of failures both nostalghic and yet to come. The growing despondency, sinking further, ever more remote, condemned.
Then the horror, the blinding light, the nervousness and bitter anxiety. The shredded sense of the corporeal and the now. The deep and desperate need for some sort of coherency, some sort of order beyond the indifferent. The insomniatic realization that your whole existence is splintering.
Altar Of Waste is pleased to bring Otomo Hava's vision of the wholly damaged psyche to light. The night is yearning for your sorrows, growing ever more ravenous by the hour. Truly difficult listening for the fractured and frazzled. Packaged in a DVD case in a limited edition of 20 hand-numbered copies. $15 ppd. in the United States, $27 rest of world.
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