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Burning Flowers (Behind the Castle, in the Shadow of the Pyramid, Under the Lake)

Fully analog hardware composite from homemade feedback and found video captured directly. Videonics MX-1, Panasonic WJ-MX20, Edirol V-4, dirty mixer. Audio from manipulated prepared cassette. Both audio and video are improvised, incidental and original compositions digitally abridged for time.

Jake Winstanley

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