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26—03—14
CULTURIST’s dungeon-rave fixation finds its natural format on tape: two demos that sound like they were recorded through several layers of fabric and bad decisions, all squirming synth lines and vocal samples trapped in amber. The vibe is less about the euphoria of the thing and more about what happens to your nervous system in the aftermath, when everyone’s left and the strobes won’t stop. Exactly the kind of artifact that only makes sense on a DIY cassette.