Formed in the harsh surroundings of the woodland landscape, we set out for hassan i sabbah only to find lotus flowers bringing scopes of light and orgasmic nymph moaning...justifyingly we replicated the sounds, added our own scopes of light and created an ambient/jazzed up orifice to mate with (which often creates convulsions and serious delusions, seperating time and space.)
(Cerious Birdfeeder, The Electric Mute, Detrimental Air Raid)-Projects nurtured on the teet of the collective.