The Hand Loom Lament Radio Hour
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I gave in. Broken, beaten, bottom of the stairs. A teary cummy puddle of regret. Fuck, I didn't even used to wake up until midnight. These days I'm in bits by noon. Over a decades worth of dodgy downers and terrible (I mean, really really bad) booze and daysleeping has resulted in a 26 year old semi-carcass of a man with the energy levels of a burnt out Lada whose owner has left the lights on overnight.
So I pussied out big time and asked to get rescheduled. But don't worry, I'm not gunna start dropping James Last and that. I'll just have to get used to playing the weird shit in daylight. Piece of piss.
As an absolute cuntmouthed war criminal once said, a new dawn has broken (has it not). And I've heralded it by putting together a fractured collage of minature sounds, over 40 eyeblink blats of dilletante sonics, all of them under a minute long, most them not much over 30 seconds. Blocks of bleached black static, mangled semi skits, rerouted segues and gobs of pulse, retuned intervention and cocktease glimpses of the perverted sublime.
Plus brand new boogie from Richard Youngs, Imbogodom, Gonjasufi and a wild reissue from Doug Jerebine.
Dig the new thing.13:00 - 14:00