This feels like pure audio filth, almost as if you’d lowered your head just inches from flow of raw sewage or stuck your head into a room sour with decaying cadavers. You can almost smell and taste this as it slides and bleeds and tumbles rottenly out of your speakers. Drifting from one washed out and peeling soundscape to the next, this is the sound of tried worn out bodies rotting into chairs in front of day time tv, or the sickly sweet smell of summer rotting rubbish, the constant buzz and feeding of flys. Tracks rattle and hum with work worn tinny synth melodies, before boiling over into suffocating musty noise tones. Metallic ring and crunching of sound  is wept into by dense airless stagnant water drag. Surgeon  drill boors and swipes fold into eerier and unpleasant cheap clock tones. Sinister  church organ drones hover and battle with scuttling and robotic chugs and radio feedback

Really there’s everything one would want  to make yourself feel very unconformable. So settle back, hold your breath  and get ready to be submerged in excrement thick audio water. To buy direct and really soil your body and soul please visit Mr Ortmann  dispenser of audio displeasure direct here. This is a limited edition of 200 copies with great  cover artwork by Mr Ortmann . So if you want it, get it quick before there all gone.