Furthering my efforts in the hypostatization of a sledgehammer in audial form, I must admit that the hind legs are at it again. Weightless blobs and milky galore. Haven't we been here before? As much as I want the foam to overwhelm me to a point of asphyxiation, I know what must be done. As much as it seems the nests have died and dried up, I know more and more bioglops will parade their fluffy glup.
From the cranialgrape of the worst whisker to exist, Chiro sheds some light on the dark side of Foamage. Chiro's obsession with creating a barm burner of a nest is apparent as it is insignificant.
released October 31, 2016
sound by big frog
recorded at the Lilypad & Toadstool, MD