This new pairing of minds and techniques on a steel-grey voyage across the treacherous Ifingr river is a brief, slo-mo moment of calm, the drunken grasp for a banister before the crash of brittle chin on concrete steps. Recurring metallic hisses are overlaid with saw-tooth waves sourced from MP3s buried in the garden over a harsh winter. When the ducks loosen phlegm they shit silver dollars. Presently contact mics are attached to submarine hulls somewhere in an undersea canyon and closing the eyes opens up new patterns of pressure-roses blooming red, orange, red. Lethe?s master of resonant spaces and junk objects KUWAYAMA holds the reins over three chapters of spiraling horror and madness. Sounds are coaxed out ashamed and blushing: the syphilitic cough, the cracked shin bone and the greasy sheen of night sweats wired up to a nine-volt battery. Embudagonn?s mysterious masked man KASAHARA adds stewed tape manipulation with brush strokes that hint at a moody Goya and his bleak Pinturas negras. Specter and godfather to the NorEuro heek-a-freek underground MICH adds an ass-hiss, a stain, a pursed lip smacking to the junkyard rumble. With inserts by each artist. White vinyl. Edition of 200.