The A-side drops straight into one of those time evaporating sleight of hand from a simple stack of loops. A tidal guitar figure wraps around sparse ricocheting foundations of moire percussion as harmonic resonances flow in and around the space, segueing into one of the most beautiful pieces VCO have ever captured to tape. A truly glorious cascade of pentatonic feedback augmented by circling horn ascensions and the ever present hand drum & shaker, rattle & oomph. The B-side was recorded on the same binaural bonce as the A but instead is a fully blown-out NO-FI blast, documenting a performance at Cafe Oto and features trap-star Chris Corsano. A wild, snow blind, open cranium trip. Chris' drums flatten to a blur of metallic clatter, spiky overtones and room levitating bass drum punctuation. Ideas rise and fall from within the maelstrom of their ritual; a 2 finger tonebank solo teeters on the brink of its own crisis, the occasional astral whizz-bang floats around the ear space drawing out your minds focus, a bloated, head-nodding bass riff appears, everyone gets involved. The shred goes seriously out, taking every head and item of furniture not nailed down with it.