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Imagine progressively perceiving the rarefaction of air, and looking towards the horizon, noticing the thin and melting edge of the atmosphere, the boundary between the world of mortals and the world of the dark stellar gods. Otis makes a pact with his children, flesh of his non-flesh, deciding to trap you in a finite time circle and thus allowing you to exist infinitely in seven tracks, for eternity.
Imagine progressively perceiving the rarefaction of air, and looking towards the horizon, noticing the thin and melting edge of the atmosphere, the boundary between the world of mortals and the world of the dark stellar gods.
Otis makes a pact with his children, flesh of his non-flesh, deciding to trap you in a finite time circle and thus allowing you to exist infinitely in seven tracks, for eternity.
Dive into Sons of Otis' Spacejumbofudge for a transcendent cosmic ride—listen now and explore the unknown!
Ohibò! Quest’opera non è in nessuna classifica. Perchè non usare l’apposito pulsante qui sotto?
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