There
is distorted static and the door begins to creak. Knock knock knock. Someone is at your door. Sharp feedback kicks in and then switches
over to ambient noise.
Pop
pop pop. The sound of popcorn
popping. Laser frequencies emit
cancer. An audio clip introduces
distortion bombs. Somehow this reminds
me of “In Utero”.
Saxophone
shows up next and I’m thinking of Roadside Picnic. We turn into harsh noise now. There are beats. There is rhythm. There is everything one could want from an
airport.
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