Welcome to Jaan Patterson'splayful dystopian radio; whose Dada and I-Ching infected station-dial alights upon portmanteau scenes of horror-Punk and appropriated speech, where fractured field recordings and malevolent synthesisers prowl. Patterson's work is, by now, vast and numerous, and goes way beyond the usual slue of blithe laptop cut-up and conceptualize. This is feral electronica at its best!
As we sow skulls into the earth of our orchards, feasting on the decomposition of our elders. As their rotten brains nourish the newborn apples and those apples rot into wine, we became drunk upon their foul reputation!