Towards the end is the best part
Towards the end is the best part
It sounds like and infinite loop through a tunnel of slow rusty rotating fans all pointing to you and then by somewhere in the nothing a mistical guitarrist materializes in front of you and starts making a noisy-sad anxiety sound (with the guitar huh) about missing his girlfriend, and after that he fades and the fans turn off while you fall into a infinite pit of nothing more that numb feelings.