- Currently reviewing last night's pozole-fueled The Fortieth Day session. It was a perfect soup for a frigid mid-teens night, and icy, blackened, psychedelic noise followed. Subtlety was the goal, again, but Isidro and I included some harsher moments, and it was all anchored by a steady, plodding death-industrial beat
- I will likely get the weekend's (and yesterday's) mail-order packages in the mail this evening, before Anatomy of Habit practice. Thanks to everyone who has already visited the new BloodShop!
