I relax, melting into my couch. The Indians arrived with peyote, swearing it can turn digital into analog and architecture into organic mysteries of the mind. The peace pipe was passed around for hours, days, maybe even years while Otraslab provided the stimulation for our overly-sedated and melted brains. No. I don’t know any Indians, nor have I ventured to a reservation to partake in the illegal past-times. However, when I turned the lights off, and Otraslab slipped into the room, I might have well been there. It is an atmospheric trance album that reminds me of turntables slowed to 1 rpm and the other pounds into the abyss with a spiritual awakening. I’m not sure what it did to me. Maybe the government is really drugging my water. Regardless, I now know what it’s like to be a couch in an active room. Otraslab taught me relaxation. So be good in class. Alleysweeper Records, P.O. Box 361, Clawson, MI 48017-0361LAS

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