This date was intended to be Improvapaloozaish, but failed completely because some people hold grudges and are self-serving and ashamed. Derty opened his heart and home to us rejects and we had quite a time anyhow. Lots of people got trashed, there was moonshine passed about, and I, the event organizer alone and downtrodden, remained sober for the event just as last year, and for the sake of my friends and their safety as I drove them home.
The Lather set that evening began lonesome and winsome, at a slow pace. Something regurgitated pounced about, then the set took a new direction. Somewhere between jackhammers, black metal and straight up power violence lies this recording. Seas ease in the middle, but mind you the sound pressure in the basement was enough to knock glasses to the floor. Most people listened from afar. For you sissies, I place this online, though thanks to digital recording you'll never experience the truth without having been there.
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