Le disavventure dello Gufo Mangiasale, ovverossia sette anni nello deserto di sale, mangiando et suculando lo sale stesso by Gufo Mangiasale

Everything we experience contains some mixture of external reality and internal projection, staining all of our observations so thoroughly with our own minds as to render our perceptions factually meaningless. Such distortions create a macabre expressionist hell on Le disavventure dello Gufo Mangiasale, ovverossia sette anni nello deserto di sale, mangiando et suculando lo sale stesso by Gufo Mangiasale, an album fittingly composed of altered tape loops of leftover audio stems. Cycling rapidly between each of these stems, Magiasale chases us through this horrific funhouse, sending us breathlessly stampeding through miniscule scenes of deeply unsettling sound. Supposedly, each of these rooms once held a tightly ordered and easily recognizable musical source, something so straightforward and devoid of context as to induce bewildered boredom without any accompaniment. In the hands of a troubled mind, even the most mundane landscapes curl into threatening gauntlets, blasting our unthreatening world with a now unshakable connotation of danger, deceit, and distrust.