◔̯◔
26—04—15
German Army’s synth work has always favored murk over melody, and this cassette deepens that commitment: dense, slightly nauseating drones that seem to malfunction in real time, with enough detail underneath that you’ll keep rewinding to catch what you missed. Of Babongo reads like someone feeding feedback into itself until it achieves a kind of ugly transcendence. Limited to 40 for good reason—this isn’t music that rewards casual listening.