A slow, satisfying journey from the depths of the bunker into the belly of an underground machine. Doom-y soundscapes and ambient drone throb and pulsate through membranous walls. The distorted yawn of metallic clangs drag and echo overhead – like an omen, or an order.
In here, we submit – swallowed by the shadow of the Vatican.

Patrick Russell – The Bunker Remixes

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