Insect Factory-'Flickering.' (Already Dead Tapes)

Dalis hands around the queen of bone, and carbons throat, creaking cyber noose hangs from the tree of life. What orbits around the sun tonight good sir other than heartless men in suits with nose bleeds, and paranoid liscenes to think about killing? United States utero taxi rides through colored valleys black, and white, established paint smears in gas station tomorrows... Anxiety teething pressures induced in humble malfunctions, crooked ghost sleeps up stairs, walks on our old floor boards in silver code, we decode sometimes, he has a red face. It stays away from the childrens future, some of the doors were built locked like some hearts that still stay silent...

This is a very interesting release from a very interesting group. Insect Factory is the celebration of atomic tv night programs with the gas chamber family. Some war on its hands, and knees begging, and struggling just outside these doors. To occupy America while we pull tge not so oriental carpet out from under her saturday night night life, is a plan surely to succeed when, and while our backgrounds shake, and pull away at themselves...

This release from Insect Factory has a rumbling historic feeling to it. Grinding familiar antiques to a fine silver powder, releasing it into the young industrious wind... Strong visions of the Titanic come through as it slowly begins sinking, pulling people down with her. You watch from a small cardboard island just off to the side... The band floating on someones body, or a door, still playing their young gold instruments...

Thanks guys! This is an incredible release!

https://alreadydeadtapes.bandcamp.com/album/ad185-insect-factory-flickering