Church Shuttle (who I’m pretty sure is Travis Galloway) recently put out a tape on Vitrine. And why I can’t speak for you, I can tell you that I am ALL for that shit. Within them bottom down depths right there down below, a teaser for the CS rests gently, with hands folded and prayer beads in tact. So maybe click and peep and bleed some ear-juice with it. Maybe? Maybe don’t, though. Maybe change a light bulb instead. Maybe trade some barley for a jar of pickled plums. The fuck do I care what you do with your time?
Anyway, mangled and churning loops back-check and build-up the spoken word wagers and rambles off the tape. “Monty Order” — a confounding, muddled beast to dwell with — is straight up bees knees and level with the the rest of the reeler, ya pumpkin’ dumplings, so track it down and welcome that madness.
In other news, isn’t it strange how the bodega down the block emits a greasy stench even though they don’t cook any food there? Oh well.