A testament to my obsession with thoughtful experimental and avant-garde music. A repository for my radio shows of yore. A conglomerate of my brain juices and pulsating veins in the form of sound waves.
Doomy deathrock and uh talent, San Francisco’s The Vanishing did it freakier and nuder than most. I wish there was a way to encapsulate how much I respect Jessie Evans and pretty much every musical project she touched (ahem, Subtonix).
This is one of my favorite bands of all time. O, my heart.