when you live on the knife edge, there are limits…
you can’t go back and change time
these are the debut recordings of Murder Machine. the rawness… coldness and base performance contained herein is preserved flaws and all, like the Flatlands. barely intentional… premeditated? possibly, ...action? absolutely!
errors are contained here, preserved like memories of the gemini lounge.
whats missing is the motivation. why?
why the gemini?
the imperfection remains here on these recordings. just like murder, you have to let go…