亂 (luan), by mix match emperor

亂 (luan)

by mix match emperor

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Cassette + Digital Album
each order comes with custom 亂 (luan) / Strictly Frisky button pins

Includes unlimited streaming of 亂 (luan) via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.

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Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.

digital version includes 9 bonus cuts

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1.	intro 01:43	buy track
2.	hari 00:26	buy track
3.	soyu 01:09	buy track
4.	myop 00:50	buy track
5.	hibachi 00:43	buy track
6.	safari crumble cake 01:59	buy track
7.	tucked colors 01:44	buy track
8.	hydra 00:45	buy track
9.	ready preset! 00:54	buy track
10.	the abyss pow 01:22	buy track
11.	for sauce money 01:02	buy track
12.	noodles 00:48	buy track
13.	ur who u r 00:31	buy track
14.	starfish 69 02:14	buy track
15.	animal style 4eyez 01:48	buy track
16.	style wars 01:09	buy track
17.	luna dance 01:21	buy track
18.	nioce tickles 02:11	buy track
19.	low mane 01:13	buy track
20.	baguette 00:33	buy track
21.	herbs mawn 01:14	buy track
22.	fat breeze 01:03	buy track
23.	juani rotten 01:44	buy track
24.	cybernetic opera 02:29	buy track
25.	gators 00:31	buy track
26.	april sling 01:12	buy track
27.	penguin biscuits 02:35	buy track
28.	bobbys world 02:22	buy track
29.	toro levels 03:02	buy track
30.	low sneeze 00:53	buy track

about

The over caffeinated brain bursts with frenetic will. Hungry. Eager to forage and sort through the sonic evergreens overdue for a prune. Songs, voice memos, field recordings, aborted song ideas are but dried berries waiting to be plucked and sucked. The movie dialogues, sprinkled about for a tart tickle. The once buried song stem, unearthed to be tossed into the Emperor’s cornucopia. Magenta dreams. Found. Mixed. Matched. Devoured, defecated out into a scat crescendo--of a life mired in chaos, glimpses of joy, punches of pain. Salt. Salt of the earth "for your man's bland ballad." C’est la vie. The portrait is messy. No doubt, a debt owed to the cut up methodology of Burroughs past. A prayer offering to the sonic altar of Milford Graves. A wink to Pierre Henry’s playful brutality. We invite you to a celebration of life, in all its chaotic glory. This is 亂.