Indexe’e

Hand-stamped sleeves. A remodel in 40 minutes at half-time, the group temporarily slimmed and tuned to a different gait, a shifting of pulses, delay, moving air; the sound of the room and the body, of the body in the room; a room fogged as emphysemic lungs where indistinct translucent ooze lines its walls, possibly of paranormal origin, possibly of nocturnal transgression alone. The reality – as it ought – is occluded from view. Not necessarily the IFWM unit you might assume, but most certainly one of the many versions they’ve always been. And not so much a new beginning as an alternative diversion through the abyss. Indexe’e: aka Index For Working Musik. Onwards, inwards
RIYL: The Dead C, Birchville Cat Motel, Skullflower, Heat Exhaustion, feelings of confusion and self-recrimination et al