New Mexico desert dwellers Dain Daller and Amanda Speer return as Tirehouse Tapes with this remarkable second installment of deep desert improvisation, distinct junk clatter and bizarre detritus experiments. Long form player of bump and sputter, synth wobble, shriek and pilfered tone rattle. Hair caught in broken zipper, this one wonks steady.
Real time duplicated bright tangerine translucent shell c48 with chocolate brown labels comes packaged with double sided cardstock three-panel J-card featuring original full color photograph of the Tirehouse itself. Hand-numbered edition of 50. Sand sound, sweet song.