Onanist

The record’s thesis carried into the body. It opens lost in a dark wood, an old damnation image, and ends with the plainest words on the EP, want and relief admitted without decoration.

For a project this concerned with watching and being watched, a song about self pleasure is not a provocation but the logical centre. The shame the opener pronounced from heaven is here located in a single room, a single body, and examined without flinching.