All sounds documented within this album were recorded in an abandoned VHS rental shop in West Yorkshire.
in the attic
of this house
you will find a recording
stored in a wall
look for the mark
“This is the great lesson the depressive learns: Nothing in the world is inherently compelling. Whatever may be really “out there” cannot project itself as an affective experience. It is all a vacuous affair with only a chemical prestige. Nothing is either good or bad, desirable or undesirable, or anything else except that it is made so by laboratories inside us producing the emotions on which we live. And to live on our emotions is to live arbitrarily, inaccurately—imparting meaning to what has none of its own. Yet what other way is there to live? Without the ever-clanking machinery of emotion, everything would come to a standstill. There would be nothing to do, nowhere to go, nothing to be, and no one to know. The alternatives are clear: to live falsely as pawns of affect, or to live factually as depressives, or as individuals who know what is known to the depressive. How advantageous that we are not coerced into choosing one or the other, neither choice being excellent. One look at human existence is proof enough that our species will not be released from the stranglehold of emotionalism that anchors it to hallucinations. That may be no way to live, but to opt for depression would be to opt out of existence as we consciously know it.”
― Thomas Ligotti, The Conspiracy Against the Human Race
"...not for the faint of heart, a stone tape styled slice of haunting radiophonic disturbia whose bleakly toned sound manipulations resonate with such overpowering remoteness and claustrophobia that it literally extinguishes light with its suffocating shadow. Amid these nine chilling accounts, macabre manifestations formed of frequency manipulations and droning low end pulsars potmark a fraught atmospheric whose icy reverberations serve as an antenna drawing memory echoes from their surroundings.."
"Suffused with a supernatural ambience, waves of ominous threatening disturbances and the resonance of past misdeeds and lives emerge from the shadows; sending us all scuttling towards the nearest exit."
"The presence of those gone and forgotten hangs over these recordings like a blackened spectre."