These days we are not as many as we used to be, but we are more stable and more able, and less concerned about our insides coming out to the outside, than we used to be.
We are more cosmic and less destructive. Yet we scream more. Almost screamcore. We rape ourselves with microphones and enjoy it. Its still artcore.
We have an infinite amount of rehearsal recordings and an infinite amount of monkeys mixing these tapes in an infinite amount of time. Someday something will surface and you will never be the same.
the last days of electric light
