Pirate Radio Transmissions

...waiting for the endorphins to kick in
radio crackles with some distant voice telling me that 10 more vietcong soldiers are dead
jean seberg makes a comment, something about how we are so desensitized....rubbish
if i had any more nerve endings, i would crash into a pile of smoldering embers...rubbish

"weird soul music, hypersoul, lovingly processing spectral female voices into vaporised, smudged 2step garage. Voices are blurred, smeared, pitched up, pitched down and pitch bent until their content becomes irrelevant and they whisper their saccharin sweet nothings into the void."

"I like putting uplifting elements in something that’s moody as fuck. Make them appear for a moment, and then take them away. That’s the sound I love…like embers in the tune…little glowing bits of vocals…they appear for a second, then fade away and you’re left with an empty, sort of air-duct sound…something that’s eerie and empty. Like you’re waiting just inside a newsagent in the rain…a little sanctuary, then you walk out in it. I love that."

i lick my lips with satisfaction
here is something to compare with in rainbows:
burial - untrue