
A murky, primitive collection of 1978 bedroom demos. Tape hiss and skeletal synths reveal the skeletal origins of Matt Johnson's cinematic vision.
It's like finding a dusty, haunted cassette tape in a 1978 time capsule.
A murky and insular exploration of electronic solitude and primitive art-pop.
The vocals lean far further into raw than the rest of the catalogue.
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