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AE109 Jordan Asfari self-titled EP now streaming on the Anti-Everything label bandcamp. Supremely psychedelic total freak shit. Cassette forthcoming!
https://anti-everything.bandcamp.com/album/jordan-asfari
"Years ago/an anthology of singsongs from an unknown I know well...me, Jordan (aka Tanith Foxe, aka Greg Peach, aka Hortonscorton, aka Bob Curb). Do you want music from a decade ago that I made in my car while erratically swerving across 3 am streets barely conscious while at the same time also attempting to invoke deities from Carthage or pick up ghosts hitchiking that turned out to be mailboxes? Yes you do, and you are in luck because this is exactly what this is. Fuckfaces, collect your own urine to contain the qualia of your own consciousness at the particular time of discharge. Permit granted transmissions of ammonia mind most mad. Made a song out of pretzel bag from intrigue. Roomate left after I gutted a radio. I figured out how to jack off better/longer and also contact entities which were weird incorporeal hellcats yet so so fuckin hot and they dictated info I dutifully transcribed. Drove to Ann Arbor because Bob Dylan insisted I do so. I made out with fire and PCP. Was the guy from Twilight Memories of the Three Suns going to murder me or was I sped out to the point of taking a leap into the imaginary? Well, I was definitely sped out but maybe he was gonna kill me too, but in any case I will never know and it was a fun kind of fear and he didn't end up killing me at all, and the (twilight) memory of this grand era has me in a fetal funk, I am weeping in nostalgia like a grieving widow. Five Knuckle Shuffle on repeat. I fuckin loved 2009/2010, what a fun time to be an American at college learning without books open, learning from starving and carving. I wish you luck in this world. This is my tape, I have a band with tapes, but this one is mine, those fuckers in Reptile Tile gotta respect my solo shit or else I will sue them for slander or something...
