This rough demo recorded under the guise of "Fuchsia Sunday," rediscovered on an old bedroom cassette tape, was the first song I fully wrote on my own. It wears its (almost-conflicting) influences proudly - Slint, the Jesus and Mary Chain, the Black Angels, the Underground Youth, etc. - but it also mixes the isolation of the Pacific Northwest with the decay of New Orleans, two places that fed the birth of this track. The story told within the noise is that of Hozac, a figure that exists between the pages of a Ray Bradbury short story and a nightmare of the timeless void creeping in from beyond the banks of a frozen river.

- Benjamin Whistler, Seen/Unseen Records, All Rights Reserved.

Hozac's Winter

Somewhere beyond the sunrise, space still waits, one rotation closer to overtaking us.

Sunrise on Empty

Asteroid Blues

Recently a friend had me over to mess around with an old portastudio and to relive our dream of creating a band called "Painting With Plastics." The idea with the band had been to combine Spaceman 3, Loop, and the Jesus and Mary Chain (my loves) with BRMC, Big Black, and the Doors (his loves). He had me bring my guitar and my late '70s drum machines. I expected him to sing, like he used to, but it turned out he wasn't up for it and really just wanted to mess with analog recording techniques. These demos aren't what were recorded on the cassette in the portastudio but were taken from my phone during that trip.