To the Hellfire by Lorna Shore.

Nah, I still fuck with Skinny Puppy and Bauhaus.

I was forced to go to a charismatic church as a kid. We’re talking speaking in tongues, cast out demons, and all that bullshit. As such, The Devil was present in a lot of my childhood fears.

I was convinced I could feel him breathing on my face at night in bed whenever I did something “wrong”.

I hated this Santa Clause decoration that my grandmother hung in my bedroom window every year (we lived in first floor apartment facing the street). When the streetlamp outside of my window hit it at night it looked the head of the Devil in silhouette.

I hated it when my family watched Unsolved Mysteries or things like that because there was always a chance they would do a segment on demonic hauntings or shit like that.

Religious trauma is a hell of a drug.

The GOAT.

I’m willing to bet Lewis has some very strong opinions about women, race relations, and video game journalism.

Shiloh because I fuck with anyone down with Gary Numan.

Back in my day we drank from the hose if we got thirsty and lined up in the street to get sprayed with DDT and painted our homes with lead. Those were the days!

I used to write dark ambient and noise records as a hobby. I got some of my best samples from that method.