This piece of music was not written but taken from its evironment. In Chacarita Cemetary, the wind blows in trees and birds flock to each other's calls. The recording is looped and treated with delay but otherwise unaltered.
nothing new, under the suuun—except for this absolutely killer album expertly blending heartfelt lyrics with soaring riffs & shuddering breakdowns. 😭💕 blood craisin