plus all the inserts that were on the original 1982 LP: live photo book (two A3 double face foldable)
and primitive hardcore force like the intermingled shards of a freshly smashed pane of glass
Their musical chemistry was immediate and a slew of excellent cassettes
including a long saw blade played with vibraphone sticks and violin bow
though this remains distinctively Goodman’s vision
Private Sorrow - More Disturbance CS plus all the inserts thatThe book was liner notes to a compact disc and the interzones were there to fill the gaps no blank pages in between the cut and paste and this is the soundtrack to the book but when I listen to it, it makes me want to tear things up, and stick the down on a page, overlay, and on and on it goes, an endless cycle. I'm getting all tore up, fucking glued down, disappearing underneath layers, lost between pages, thoughts smudged like ink blots, words