How low does the tunnel go? More bone-waste stasis voids from the 2 AM slot of the soul, the PA blown to crust, the night down to resin, whoever was lingering in the back long gone or too gone to live. Industrial intentions slipping from burned to blank as the bloodstream clouds, drunk on poison. L.A. heathen duo’s 2013 LP reissued on limited chrome tape for forthcoming European tour. Riffs, mechanical drums, memory theater, ripped from the Sphere. Edition of 50.