Another of the mysterious Nebular Spools has come into our possession. Suddenly appearing where nothing can appear, this spool of lo-fi, retro-organic deadscapes materializes itself. As usual, a cryptic, machine-typed note was all left for explanation:
Deeper into the ruins there are found more broken computers. Some are fragment, some are whole, others are skeleton. There is not much time for me to spend on else, so I set them all together again as possible. I discover only more of the music noises and the visual stories about the collapse. They look made up. I like to compose the pieces complete, and play on my mechanical speaker at the night fire. They are broken memories, but so are my time. I sense a more melancholic and lonesome tone than the previous Nebular Spool. My research into where, and perhaps, when, this entity is communicating these sordid themes of apocalyptic misfortune to me, has so far been futile. One can only deduct from the sounds themselves. I choose therefore to release this material, as an album, for free, or for purchase in higher quality. Perchance there are connections, or clues in the clouds - which will shed light on this shaded mystery.
