
You are trapped in her leather-clad clutches. Her whip lashes fierce. Her grasp is pointed. Her tongue snaps notes of revelation and revolution. You are her captive in so many ways. She molds you like clay for the furnace. You are hers to shape. No one is coming to save you. The twenty-ninth album from this project. Harsh noise wall inspired by vintage sexploitation cinema and fetish magazines of the 1970s and 80s. Out now on Yotzeret Sheydim.
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