Dance to the profound silence of a dead Monarch.

The Body Of The King Thrice Fed To The Great Wolf

My words etched in stones of grief. Balancing on the precipice of formless void.

Who Would Have Thought The Great Work Would Begin In The Afterbirth Of Her Darkness

In The Reek Of Perfection They Writhe

I Live In The Weak

Burial Hymn For A Nameless Son

Long form composition intended for RAL installation works at Huntington Library 2019.

Coiled Darkness

AICAIB Spoken Word Master

Silver Vessels And A Headless Corpse

Quiet Now

Keening

Sightless soothsayers wail in palpitating paroxysms. Ululations proffered to a moon with a thousand dead faces. Oh come ye mongrels. Ye cripples and lepers. Bathe your broken bodies in the false light of hope.

A. Visser is no one. 

Founder of The Insect Worship Collective and LA based tape label Radiant Abyss Laboratories. 

Past projects include Curses, Armor Breach and Progenitor.