Hell Is Chrome

And then I can hardly contain my excitement. My arms tingle and I get lost. I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone. I am on the brink of understanding, the coveted knowledge of ages is on the tip of my tongue but if I remember, but if I think, I fear it will be gone in an instant like a bubble in my in my peripherals that will pop if I look directly at it.
The world melts, becomes heavily texturized... a third dimension of a flat painting.
A ghost is born.

THE GHOST, THE GHOST, THE GHOST

One Second Bridge
Hannu
A Ghost Is Born
Also, best new music I've found since Boards: The Gentleman Losers