Each Actual Other
This is the soundtrack to my anxiety. The little horrors that I get all day every day that almost send me to the emergency room. This is what those sound like. I never know if this will be the time that it happens. Will this be a time I should try to get into a public place so people can find me in case everything goes dark? That is what this sounds like. For fans of Blue Sabbath Black Cheer, Hair Police, Wolf Eyes, Emaciator, and anything on Hanson Cassettes. I love this.
The layout is all xerox fuckery and love. Perfect.