losscom

having a little rummage around the face book continent, as you do, and found this delightful soul alerting our inner weird ear, the initial moments sounding not unlike the broadcasts emitted by those dusty spinning rings in the original ‘time machine’ film here ushering a chilling feeling of a society befallen by some cataclysmic apocalyptic event, its scratchy disorientating wooziness putting us in mind of Stylus before unfurling sweetly into a wispy slice of tear trickled hymnal reflection traced in a dub doped  cosmic dream drift – quite fetching all said, all of which incidentally, before I forget, is called ‘the whatever pass’  by losscom via the mutehead collective.  https://soundcloud.com/muteheadcollective/losscom-the-whatever-pass   

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