Little Songs of the Mutilated - Skidding Across Vast Perforated Skin, the Underwater Bunker Is Flooded to Knee Height with My Little Songs of the Mutilated. (2018)
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Australië
Avant-Garde / Electronic
Uitgebracht in eigen beheer
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Again She Asked for My Delivery We Paid for with Their Lives and Hopefully, Pants. (3:15)
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Random Blips Begin, Quickly Becoming Benign but Seldom Attaching Unnecessary Limbs Are What We Are Not. (3:08)
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I Slept on Broken Ribs, So Lazy and Trippy Little Things That Cats Drink from Rodent Man's Mouth. (3:08)
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This Week My Cannibalistic Tendencies Are Exhausting My Options Limited Only by Only Limits. (3:12)
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Is It Still? A Thing Doesn't Understand How Difficult It Is to Drone. (3:18)
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Does This Fit Within Cluttered Spaces? Supersilent Faces: Dadadadadadadada! Hotness. (3:07)