The appearance of this release has been delayed quite heavily. This sounds like a common issue, but constant readiness for releasing it “next week” turned into a paradoxical situation. Maybe it should be so – now, when autumn blows hollow trumpets, it resonates well with the atmosphere of the record. All is invisible. Not a split, but a joint work. Even more dark and derived from the delirium, from the heavy-as-stone gloom and from suffocating chants at the bottom of the soul. A territory of angular loops and drowning hum, while the silver light glows above. At some point, the sounds themselves asked to be recorded. You can read more and purchase the tape here.