The Dark Angels are a come and go crew. They create then disappear like street art. Their works exist in fragments, particles that float, dust motes that spin before the wind that blows them to faraway places. They are individuals that work as one. Deep as oceans, as impenetrable as the night. Art urchins and poets, they dissolve before they form. They are the Dark Angels, they are discharge. They are a bloody mouthful.
Wednesday 28 March 2012
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Scientific Cunt
Scientific Cunt: A whimsical electronic dirge dedicated to every fuckwit that has tried to constrain reality. Recorded in 2011 by Vomitus Skink using analog synthesizers, open-source software and a warm pig's bladder inflated with the odorous/odious gasses expelled from stunted little men.
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