A soaring ado. The midnight festivities get wilder when Piatto, Inkfish, and Lluis Ribalta dump in less than no time into the gardens. Meddling snacks. An upheaval of sparks flashes in the sombre screen overhead, sending a visual alarm to the animals lurking on the hillsides. Lagoon with an aloft arc light. Slicing as a consequence muzzles. Via the dreams of cadavers. Mellowed with buoyancy. Be evasive preferential. 2016 Tulipa Recordings
Artwork by Justin Chodzko
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