here it is. the ep. it has been hopelessly sprawled out in hallways and fleeting muscle movements and recesses of the psyche for years. it has been on the ground for a while trying to either crawl or tear itself apart. it has been needlessly flailing and straining itself in utero. it's ugly and pointless. it's a trick made from average tools and materials and ideas intended to convince you of transcendence or salvation or beauty or the nature of love or the importance of those who crafted it. it's a tedious assemblage of worn-through gimmicks. it will not save the world. it might not even save you. most people living or dead will never hear it. maybe that's a part of what might make it special to you. enjoy. credits released September 26, 2017 Recorded in Alex Resoagli's parents' garage in Los Angeles by Alex Resoagli (maybe drums were done at Kingsize Soundlabs) Songwriting/guitar/bass/vocals- Clipper Arnold Guitar- Jeff Habgood Drums- Justus Proffit Mixed and Mastered by Jalipaz Nelson of Audioconfusion