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There is a certain brilliance here from a man we have known by many names. This EP is so mesmerizing nothing could keep it from surfacing, be warned, it’s not for the faint of heart.

As we delve into the fire, Francium's bloody hands grasp the keyboard, for they have been meticulously sewing colorful and beautiful fibers with shards of fleece and thorns. Each haunting note and click equaling the fabric of pain.

"Paper Shreds Meat" is the lament of a notebook being gutted piece by piece and gaining it's revenge with percussive cuts that slice to the bone. In the end, this is the pages of a life gaining their victory march.

The fictional stream in Francium's back yard flows over the jagged delay of moss covered stones. Each one tainting what the other one hadn't leaving a cacophony of vile decay, festering in the river bed of the soul.

Francium orchestrates his circuits like a sculptor massages the most unforgiving of materials. The most beautiful of all creations can also decay and reverberate into the most frightening of nightmares.

"Spray The Cat" drenches your ears with the chlorine solvent Francium mixes in a spray bottle. Each lament dripping over you like a virus. Swells and experiments, the beat goes on until you beg to feel this dampness forever as it burns you from the inside out.

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