From the shadow puppet sonata of Mackenzie Smedmor:
The air is thick with sonic fuzz, and the overbearing shadow of unease hangs above. While most suck in the bitter smog, Towanda lets out the snarls we’ve learned to outwardly deny and inwardly accept. The inexpressible desires churn the hedonist angst in the belly of your existence… because “love is wasted on the loved.” The demanding pulsations rupture the peaceful plastic façade in a chaotic yet oddly soothing mantra.
https://towanda.bandcamp.com/