Late nights get hazy when you haven’t slept for days. Roan Linden is the synapses connecting your industrial hardware to lucid dreams, jacking in like a breezeway intruder up to no good. Shards of neon are faded under crusty, uber-repetitive basslines while a thumping beat keeps pace with a distant, fading heartbeat. Symbiotic electronics fire at will, positing a far off future where sleep is reality and reality is in the machine.
Out now on Golden Cloud Tapes.