corrupted raze four new songs spun out of love and pain and spit and spite. one ailing high harmony overdubbed after the fact. a stoned jam session made up of more banter than music. our last live gig in a setting far too formal for the feral likes of us. scat-singing about day-old donuts and wailing a bit of black sabbath before swapping out a hollow-body semi-acoustic for a strat copy with a crumbling double coil pickup. whatever wasn't mixed at the time is unreadable and unreachable now. the dates still show, but the recovery process stalls out a third of the way through. so_it_goes. 250308 what's it to you? who go blather from