Cinema, Music, and the Sorrows and Joys of Everyday Life
The Final Ascension of Wm. M. Berger
Thursday, September 3, 2009
I may never be able to listen to any other kind of music ever again. I am infected.
The number Eleven could go either way, but this time we were favored. Light and dark in almost perfect balance; nerve-wracking sonics and irreverent discussion walked hand in hand through a field of corpses aflame.
Selma above will guide you through the brazier, to the playlist and archive of last night's horrorcast; silly Jaime, he can't do much of anything.