The uncanny, when felt, is obdurate, cutting the acumen of pain. There's a prospect of guilt above my forehead; my own essence to which I'm estranged. They.
I'm suspicious that what happens to me now happens through you. All our masters in suspicion. The veneer of a critique is imbued in influence. Tradition is the catch in the mirror, as in the clutches of old masters. I'm suspicious that what happens to me now happens through you. All our masters in suspicion.
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Recorded, mixed, mastered by Will Killingsworth at Dead Air Studios, April 2013
7" record by Shitty Present Records, June 2013:
SIDE A: 1) They
SIDE B: 2) Masters in Suspicion
Artwork by Sydney Howells