*100 copies limited edition* G Lucas Crane returns with a huge slab of new sound work drawn from the last two years of vibrating sonic gristle and swollen sound jelly, producing the new righteous gibberish adjective of ‘suddering’. All things can now confidently sudder, and may god have mercy on us all.

G Lucas warps, mashes, unspools, hacks, grinds and morphs his archive of cassettes and manipulated field recordings into a tapestry of lovecraftian horror-audio, where ghosts speak in machine language, crypto grannies cross state lines, petty jewels are heisted, dogs are licked, tubs are thumped, wizards are thrown from their carts, caves exude their swampy ichor, and a quivering host of live performances and radio remixes are finger-painted together like an adorable sound centipede. Brooklyn’s prodigal cassette DJ returns from the looming nebula of life’s forgotten sound with this one y’all.