***Recorded in 2009 by sisters ROXANN and RACHAL SPIKULA during their participation in a health study that required them to drink nothing but Shasta for like two weeks. (The master tape, according to Hanson, arrived duct-taped inside a hospital gown with the address written on it in Sharpie.) Menacing organ drone kicks off and mutates into the lo-fi skree of an empty room, eventually becoming a swirling abyss of tape hiss and the sound of nothing happening in a hospital. Distant creaks, buzz, and hums littered with hiss. A very unsettling frenzied drone. The flipside is a crunchy noise inferno that eventually leads to what sounds to Hanson like watching the earth exploding from outer space. A saddening, descending synth wave appears, buried by blasts of destroyed earth. It ends and you are disturbed. Everything fucking sucks. Edition of 300. Heavy duty black and silver silkscreened jackets with the Hanson droll flaps.