There have been times in my life when I ended up in places where I had no idea how I got there, I mean I am sure the drugs had a lot to do with it. I remember one time while tripping off shrooms I went to what seemed like a cult party. Now, I call it this because that’s what it felt like, a cult, but it was definitely a party. A thick and cloudy room with people dancing around naked to amazing music with nothing but their horsehead on. Me, gliding through the rooms, on what seemed like a spinning conveyer belt that would pause on every different scene throughout the building, while trying to figure out if what I was seeing was real. It was probably one of the most amazing nights I’ve ever had. This is what ‘Angel Maker’ by Chasbo Zelena feels like to me. I’m probably just going to put this on repeat and do drugs tonight.