Robedoor – Unsummoning CDR



Too much voodoo, too little light, the cords coiling into an elliptical infinity helix, the prayer rug bleeding: darkening signs o’ the times. L.A.’s blindest seers peer once again into the voice/void for this pentagrammic document of dim delay worship and retching distortion ritual. Five forsaken tracks of synth séance, cello reckoning, and unholy howl. Painted CDRs in witch-stitched, silk-screened cases with full-color wrap-around covers, plus a hand-numbered, silk-screened cardstock insert. Comes with a crust punk patch too.