look who dug a hole through the earth… fresh in berlin from the subtropic suns of la, draveng is coming up in your schrebergarten with a cup of coffee and three exercises for allergy season.
side a: first comes *dubious smink*, a rubbery wink of a snake’s housework. then, open up and say laaa for the the vocal mix of synth rearranger, *no flex fit*.
side b: things get dramatic here. wilderness whimpers while wind whips water before moses staff parts 4 to the floor kicks from divine mathematics. j. tijn does what he does best and sears *for thin soles* into a blown out roller.