Eko Fisk – Atoll [SLNT127]
A bomb, an animal. Wings in inappropriate places, lungs like islands. Luminescent iris of the sea.
ambient
- play_circle_outline pause_circle_outline 1. Grapple [02:12]
- play_circle_outline pause_circle_outline 2. Sendec [05:22]
- play_circle_outline pause_circle_outline 3. Lens [02:12]
- play_circle_outline pause_circle_outline 4. Surface [05:20]
- play_circle_outline pause_circle_outline 5. Shoreline [07:25]
22 Nov 2020
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