A pleasant Sunday spent with the hands down master of deep dirge drone and machine aided madness. Analog and digital melt away in Skott Rusch’s hands, turning into something more elemental like lightning or hurricane wind. Drawing on his years of creation as part of Hunting Lodge, and his numerous stints in others’ projects (Farflung among them), Skott took Witches of Malibu from a joke band idea to a force of nature, resplendently draped in a caustic smoke of burning wood and metal
Enjoy two pieces, with an interview tacked in the middle
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