Something churns beneath the chapel. Not deep but just beneath, ready to burst. Something churns just below the surface and it lulls you into its buzzing throat.
This is EVP - electronic vile phenomena - at its most grisly. Waves upon gentle waves of eerie psychedelic warble slump and slide with all the presence of larvae. Eurgh.
The thick, choking atmosphere of imminent alien invasion coaxed through siren synths, shallow drum machine and witchy samples. Obscure visual accompaniments speak of the fragility of mankind. Your lungs will be removed.