a dusty tape of six tracks unearthed beneath the pinkman broken dreams division. nothing is known about this unnameable artist apart from his sound. a legion of hiss marches across the cassette, a blighted beat bites into lancing synthlines that bellow and writhe in their pitiful attempt to escape. strings are left to howl in turmoil in tracks born out of a crude joke and wry smile. mick wills offers no condolences, the stuttgart man lashing away any humanity with his embittered edit. found in the pit, made for the pit. *** digital download code included ***