“dante’s 9 circles of hell, sans the aspic (because gross); burnt toast (my favorite); carcinogens; disintegration into dust; something about eve”
White Crate writer appreciation post! Elise, our resident contributor fully dedicated to covering the wide, morphing spheres of Bay Area ambient and experimental, also produces her own music under the name badorchid. This week she released a twisted, infernal ambient work entrusted with two entirely different titles—“burnt toast disintegration” and “troubles from the firmament”—which swirls in a cyclone of reverb and white noise for nearly five minutes. It’s so empty and faceless, you could hear it over and over again on repeat and still not quite grasp it. We can only hope the next disintegration lingers on a little longer.
