Bonnacons of Doom – self titled

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Everything happened at once. I couldn’t make sense of it all so I split it up into a series of events that seemed connected, which I tried to experience in succession in the hope that this would render it sensible, but the information was still too intense, so I fractured myself into myriad perceptual units so as to take in one little fragment at a time, but even these chunks were unmanageable so I had to imagine new and unheard of angles from which to perceive so as to widen the scope of the possibilities unto almost infinity as far as I could make out. Even then, I had to get the separate units to reproduce themselves at regular intervals, and still the information kept on coming. Indeed, it seemed it was expanding to fill every perceptual space I was creating. I needed to think of a new format.

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Band in the Pit – self titled

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Infinity has had to make efficiency savings, in common with almost everyone else. There is now a waiting list for membership.

Is Sir ready to order?
Yes, thank you. I’d like to order some chaos.

I burnt from my mistakes

No charm, just offensive