Promptly captures the heart with warm+coarse acoustic-driven hiss and teeny+moribund cyborg-bug vocal delivery, then proceeds to incorporate jittery electronics and spawn a tender homegrown glitch world out of its schtick -- which for a sub-half-hour at least (smart move), er, schticks with you. Most of the gurgling sounds kinda how the album title looks, and hearing something about bloodsucking during a rare instance of clarity only reinforces the mental image of cartoonish insects behind it all. Some patches of messy confusion, sure, but nothing that should be unanticipated while working under the guise of sonic manipulation with a budget of zilch.
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