red faced from sailing the tree waves of big sur, the alps crumble and fold like a cheap tent lost in the wilderness. this project, featuring members of tarentel and tussle, travels through the furthest reaches of our galaxy on the back of a hollowed-out redwood trunk. the music is spacious and seething with microscopic life. notes disappear before you can suck them in, each percussive blast chasing away the raining guitar tones. the alps exist in another dimension, setting up camp in the foothills and using little more than their music and their will to move mountains and bury themselves deep in the falling facade. 150 copies