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Too much is made these days of looking back, memory, virtual worlds, network fantasias. What a waste, cause reality’s bad enough and 2012 is on deck; we deserve whatever we get. Evolve or erode. Lost Angeleno visigoths Robedoor slip into another sinkhole of voidist shadow-rock with Pacific Drift, three tracks recorded across the last greylight winter. The A side stirs a jazzy apocalypto depression with flute-keys and an overdriven OM groove spiraling through a web of distortion before drifting out to sea/silence. The flip is different: one a mantric death-punk protest song, the other a 3 AM slow-motion soul implosion set to upright piano, bass, tear garden guitar, and acid rain. The coast is a ghost, the city seethes. Mixed and mastered by MG Greengrass at Green Machine in east L.A. Black vinyl 7 inches in sleeves with corpse-diver artwork and a band photo by Caitlin C. Mitchell.

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