an infected journey through humid vine like enclosures and vicious leaf blades with a tangy serrated edge where one might observe a little too closely the multi-colored wandering spiders over oaks hanging and sucking the sharp edges of the razor, a sudden shine of reflected alumni light could perhaps enter the cornea at a dangerously precise interval pre-empting the reflex to shut your eyes. at last, crawling on hands and stone along a rocky and unstable footing - the enormous shale mouth opens and a gust of ancient steam - one letter at a time spells your name in front of you. the devil.

james light’s debut wounded son lp is of special note containing a fresh self-mutilated otherworldly vocal performance convincing the dying now alive and the living now damned of their doom. 

where others are trapped into a rigid sense of mechanical predicted outcomes, james has captured something largely missing from a dark pallete - psychedelic without any of the pretentious bs of ‘expanding one's mind’ but rather a very long small space to slip into with a forever out a reach horizon line with limited breaths.

180 gram vinyl in deluxe jacket with metallic print and mini poster. download code included.

special edition of 100 with bonus ‘floor board/drywall/gas mask’ tape ‘long live the crack house!’ packaged in heavy poly bag with download code.