More ritualistic peace noise from the throat of The Skaters. Jet fuel drones shimmering in the sun house, a hermitage somewhere deep in the Himalayas. One finger touches the earth, the other points to the sky, and the Skaters are diving in. This is a big warm blanket of soft illuminated noise loops, all gooey and electrified. Distorted waves of blissed out everything that you never want to stop. Feedback colors and ecstatic rhythm bangs never sounded this joyous. Music for this one precious life.
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jefre cantu-ledesma at 11:42 PM June 19, 2005
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