Episode 37: My Old Head Part I, by Old Head

Old Head rumbles from one machine into the next, tiptoeing the fringes of nature. Forcing through artificial light and black locust bramble, garnering slivers of wire and wood in the body. Nests of alchemical fluorescence, galvanic warrens where from cut-rate laughter and exorbitant wailing can be heard. Old Head is nothing more than Nathaniel Whipple and William Bendler unfurling ribbons of noise that quietly fall to the floor in a heap.