person stranger is the other in different shapes and shadows.
all face and all masc at once, for there is reality and deception in both. somewhat familiar and yet unknown- a backdoor bailout and a secret way in, with no origin but every fate, all history- and none.
it’s a strange and paradox universe. everything makes sense, everything is absurd. there’s trash in meaning and meaning in trash. all means, no ends- all meaning no sense. fuck signal, lets noize!
the stranger takes your stereo but brings back the music: and when content meets form, when experimental pop is merged with dubstep, dnb and all kinds of sounds a strange genre is born: paradox pop.
tunes to match this wonderfully weird and inextricable life. tunes for hungries who want to taste it all: meat. machine. more.
it’s dark but home. at least sometimes.
wanna explore primeval forest and uncanny valleys?
then tune in, tune in for crooners and screams -toys, trash and trauma and lunar machines…
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current album
dark but home (false positive and negative staining)
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now playing
bacon, lend me a face
toothache
love for a stranger
better alien than human (plz cnfrm hmnt)
3rd body: running out of tongue
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next in line
dorsoduro ://: heavy hands
nyci- come out to play
until it stops
dark land
