Frodus

Dissonant times = dissonance time !

Looking back through the dusty cracks of the crystal ball, it’s sometimes baffling to recall how charming all that paranoia seemed. Big brother was watching us…now we are all watching each other. Frodus seemed to somehow tap into that esoteric vein and wrangle it’s core out time after time. Their spazzed out live gigs and hot wired recordings carried a fuzzed out alien presence beamed in through random television sets and mainlined straight to the heads of hardcore kids from there to here. It was the sound of the world slowly choking on microchips whilst the cellular towers tip and crumble. The soundtrack to a steady addiction to technology and poisoned by surveillance. The last gasp of a tech-bros tentacle before it morphed into a claw.

Frodus knew something. … and I hope this new joint reflects that sense of slow burn.Better grab this one before we all spiral out and unplug ourselves for good. -Evil Jay, Tokyo

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