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Sunshine, laughter, mad desires.
Snow in my shoe, lucid skies.
Morning light on iron sand,
in the depths of the sea I bleed.
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Where LWP001 moved inward, LWP002 moves forward - five artists converging around a shared pull toward the dance floor, each arriving from a different angle. Peryl opens with the precision and restraint his sound is built on, texture held under careful tension. Aöcram follows with something hypnotic and dense, pressure that doesn't let up. APRS and Lask, collaborating for the first time, match that intensity with something lighter in its construction - drive without weight, air without losing grip. nil closes the record in a different register altogether, slower and more introspective.

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Mord.
Morderstwo.
Rotterdam.
Herdersmat.
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