Pony Moon

The Sun Is A Radioactive Wasp Egg
Pony Moon
The Sun Is A Radioactive Wasp Egg

Droning, clattering mayhem from new found curfew-scorning, improv forrest wanderers - PONY MOON! Jenny Tucker and Matthew Pony Bones send a gallant search party of rusting, suffocated saxophone and distant vocal chanters to skulk around and carve passage through a hissing wilderness of scrap-heap acoustics and engulfing sound sculptures, which recall those king size Jed Speare sound works, perhaps with a few more moving parts.

Feels well RITUAL - like these folks are trying to conjure some trapped spirits from an unreachable wreckage, or like a gristly, full-moon worshipping version of that Oskarrallan LP on Forlag For Fri Musik.

Every ounce as engrossing as it is unsettling, which for our current mode is damn PERFECT.

£9.99

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