What? Too dark? That’s okay! This time, I return to my more whimsical roots. No, it only gets a little clowny for a short while. It’ll make you want to go on an epic quest (may be for chocolate milk) before it makes you want to growl like a demon and thrash around like a… thrasher demon.
Three tracks. Deviates from the dance form more as you go along. If you ever wanted to know what real progressive gabber might sound like (and no, not full of two minute snare rolls and rising pad build ups), stick around for Breathless, the third track. Even if you didn’t, p’raps you’ll enjoy the novelty elsewise! Look at us, in this little no where pocket of the Internet, changing stuff. There could be wizard space frogs camping in the desert and no one would know! Yes. I am aware that that is a totally frivolous way to make a point. Be quiet!
In other news, we have a new artist in our midst. His first Shyfted Minds release is more or less ready to go, so prepare your self for a melodious but totally abrasive take on industrial… Why so mysterious? WHY DO PEOPLE WRITE CLIFF HANGERS!? Don’t toy with me, Demontraville, if that is your real name.
We’re still hanging out in the future here at Shyfted Minds. Don’t worry. We’ll warp back for the latest K.H.D. release in good time. Trust me. It’s worth the wait.
In other other news (or other other other news, for those keeping track), Shyft has been playing with all sorts of different ideas lately, and would like to share incomplete works with you, because who the hell knows when all this shit will get completed? OBSERVE:
Also, it appears as though I have become some sort of rune-marked ghost. Missed that memo, guys.