csicskakoporsó, ingatlan, Morph soundsystem, AIWA

The coffin slowly begins to speak. It manifests five songs on the ruins of collapsed machine castles. Half improvised, drone-doom, creaking sediment, inevitable industrial noise. An EP about what it's like to remember badly because no one told us how we should. The riff is

the only thing that can be said, the organ disappeared into the mud, lyrically exhaling its soul. Something irrevocable is built from it. However, there are 1-2 choruses, and it can also be purchased on cassette.