the spit and shine of the great white north are being thrown into the woodchipper and spewed out as a steaming, glorious mess by hamilton's own mad scientist, david payne aka fossils. these bones are damaged. "gone with the sun" is another chapter in a neverending string of limited tapes, cdrs, and lps that seem to be building toward world domination. with hints of guitar skronk and teases of sax bombs creeping up behind the demolished drones, "gone with the sun" is as much gone as it was never there in the first place.
payne scrapes below the bottom of the barrell to find the best sludge for your ears. dig it out, box it up, and splurge until you're gorged. fossils is forever. limited to 44 copies.
two side-long tracks, both untitled
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