Peaking Lights, a married musical duo in Spring Green California, bang out hissing, druggy, haze drenched, tapes that pull you into static laced labyrinths of sound. Fuzzy to the MAX. Well guess what? They cleaned up their sound and dropped a serious holy-shit-this-is-turning-my-mind-into-golden-goo of an album called 936. This record is steeped in late night voodoo disco dub magik of the highest caliber. Listen to the samples, drool staring at the floor for a bit, and then order this record PRONTO! Supplies are god damn limited son!
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