The Dawns

In Heat and Angels Dust

C18

Wax Pastel Drawing

A1. In Heat

B2. Angels Dust

Between the ivory, the dirt settles. Flesh becomes swollen. Distorted, amplified woodwinds mixed with relentless, flourishing ARP synthesizers. The dirt is on us all, blood is on all our hands. We're sliced and diced. The Dawns grips the chisel and crawls back into the cave.

Edition of 50.

''本作にはなんと雑誌の切り抜きにサイケデリックな加工を施した特殊ポスターが付いてきます。全て異なる作品です。Great!!!'' - Yorifuji, Meditations.jp

''Weird, colorful, disturbing - and a drone soundtrack that is frighteningly unsettling.'' - Yvynyl

''Frightening and beautiful at the same time, these ghost-like tunes triggers your curiosity to the very limit. You are hereby warned.'' -Tonje, No Fear of Pop