voost viszt - "hello, good evening"

one of the last remeaining members of naturaliste gives you the last songs (thus far, possibly forever) from the isolation room. wine drenched magnetic hiss and reverb. songs sucked dry and warped for guitar and casio. a becon call from the "before" - - -

"why is there no feeling?"
"keep the struggle going"
"burn up this town"

"band of bandits/weve got bombs"
"from under tables"