This here, Rebekah’s Tape, is abstract and noisy.
Instinct is there only (as someone in India might say).
Therein you find:
Some kind of entity emitting just about any type of ridiculous sound that
can be emitted vocally over detuned guitar madness.
A couple of scrappy bits of some guy yelling about all kinds of stuff with
other guys banging on some kinds of instruments in the background.
A very odd person cackling about this calculator-implanted thing he caught
while fishing. Elongated dingy feedback pummeling.
Obtuse candle-burning cave paintings made into sound.
This cassette is rebekah's tape's first album - created upon request for girl named Rebekah, who provided the boys with a 60 minute tape and instructions to fill it with whatever they chose.
Electron flight to the rebekah's tape