The Ritual Mind behind Teitanblood and Emanation hordes returns with a fresh poisonous experience. An exercise in magnetic fields, meditation and maniac tape abuse. A no-exit labyrinth of eternal doppelspirals and psychedelic morphing emissions. A fully analogue monumental glitch fetishism memorandum carefully digitalised for the glory of the optical disc die-hards; a seminal work for generations to come.

Like Drone Razors Through Flesh Sphere reinvents Drone music again. The Most Obscure Mind Trip for the Longest Nights of the Season reigns in Oblivion.

Digipak. Already sold out from the label!