Förlag För Fri Musik, SWE
Omelette of disease… there’s an image. I’ve cooked up some fucked-up, eggshell-peppered shockers in my time, and not always with the freshest of produce, but never anything that you could call an OMELETTE OF DISEASE. It’s an apt title for this, though, an LP of solo guitar auto-annihilation from Schakalens Bror, as corrosive as the Chilean sun on Kenny’s milky white skin. (Low Company)
Edition of 100.