Dark Birds Flew Out Of Her Neck. Disappearing. There Was A Frozen Red Creek.

A sonic journey down some dark paths - each track lingering in isolation & bordering on abandonment. Walls of drone & lingering feedback, decaying guitar riffs, overdriven bass progressions, distorted drum machines, broken melodies. Part post rock, part post-apocalyptic ambient, where shoegaze & drone collide like a car hit by a train. Enjoy.