Ichtyor Tides-'Triage.' (Oxtail Records-007)

Burning bordeom in cotton seams, frozen maturety leaves behind plenty of memories to fall back on later in life... In transit to a ludacris chainsaw budget that is perplexing in radium diet starved of the Earth, the sound of boiling oil gets old when youve been kidnapped inside a rotating shoulder blade for nine months.

Hurried rose falls over dripping with captured money from mid life crisis diner in the middle of brass/bronze waiting room. Foriegn mirror hangs on solid silver hooks in dry hallway where you portrait yourself in constant, and in comparisson to odd roadside projects unable to talk, only stand silently with eyes worn out from interface brutality...

https://oxtailrecordings.bandcamp.com/album/triage