Sedna by Spirit Bears and Peanut Butter Jones

Channeling spirits through broken amplifiers. The transistors burned in the darkness and the room shook. They sun in circles, going nowhere. Her fingers emerge from the waves of noise, the cataclysmic depths of despair choking out the incense.

We here at Faith Cannon Records will always be there to smash that capitalist wine bottle over the head of all that is decent and respectable.