That’s right fuckers, this Molting joint is ready to go. Apart from me and Moe’s personal copies and a couple review copies I’ll be sending off soon, there are only 10 for sale ever. 30 minutes of mind-melting harsh noise that changes every few seconds like someone flipping channels on an old TV up full blast and yet somehow manages to be fun and have an abstract sense of humor to it. May cause your eyeballs to vibrate uncontrollably. $4 ppd to centipedefarmer at gmail dot com. Check out the catalog page, since you’re thinking about it.
Charlie Schiz
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The story begins with teenage me purchasing a homemade cassette tape that caughtmy eye in the record store I then frequented. Its title, ...… Continue reading