deep in the attic that remains hilariously balanced above abandoned veins that once flowed with either the strings of industry or the blood of raw culture lives Black Pus. Churning away battling decay he records live infancy to his 4 track cassette Machine in the hope of turning physical exuberance to ethereal enhancement. Here with Black Pus's 7th album "Pus Mortem", despite the name, we have more evidence of being alive.

Black Pus would deeply appreciate a $ donation for any or all of this music. Thank you.

"Nobody knows what to do, Nobody knows where to go, Nobody knows who to be, but I know, I know, I always know"

PS. I PLAYED THIS LOUD SO YOU SHOULD TOO