Unur-‘No Human Self.’ (Modern Tapes-011)

Wheeping glass eye hums perfectly disturbing melody after melody while under silver blood, capsuel of proverb loose, and in order confused with oriental plate, comes across as being defined with sunset shapes nervous, and delicate.

Shoes hanging from dead banjo heart watching string tick, as well as vibrate in casket with eye peeled singing…

Velcroe tied around interested neck, Unurs-‘No Human Self’ dizzies the rain fall below, size, and pain only similar here. You hear floating nails click together then dissapear, still vacant as it expierences itself in preterminal laughter while in thin air.

https://moderntapes.bandcamp.com/album/no-human-self