Land Services

The improvisation of freedom. The wasteland as a holy, soft place. The militant protection and degeneration of oral tradition. Singing with grandma’s tongue in your mouth. Trying to communicate with data centers, idling engines, dying forests. The amplification of noise and ritual using consumer-grade electronics. A conspiratorial connection between the practice of regilaul and the black radical tradition. A handmade antidote to the hardcore loneliness of (self-enforced) individuation. The mix as witchcraft, as feminist speculation; reaching through damaged recordings, listening for what could be.