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The only thing missing was the journalists - at most of the shows, there seemed to be barely any around.
Includes high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more. Paying supporters also get unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app. This album contains a collection of early recordings that we intended to release in 2002 as well as a collection of rough demos that were created around the same time. Most tracks were recorded on a four track tape deck in the basement of Mikes old home on Barkley avenue.
Rhythms of Change in Post-Volcano Identities on Montserrat, West Indies.
A Prayer for the Dying. Feel the strange strings of the Universe move through you. Through precarious breath, inhale the Spirit. Your eyes will now see the vast perpetuity. Your ears will hear the quiet symphony. Your tongue will taste the bitter sweet ambrosia. And all through your frail body. Quivering muscles, tired bones. You will be touched by the endlessness. The strings will guide you. Golden strands of light that seem to drift along. Because now you are a photon.