This one arrives already worn in. Short songs, blunt titles, and melodies that feel like they were recorded before they were fully decided. pure nothing runs on bedroom pop instincts, lo-fi punk energy, and emotional understatement, captured in quick bursts that rarely overstay their welcome. Everything sounds close, a little scuffed, and intentionally unresolved. The limited sea-green cassette feels like part of the music rather than merch, holding these fragments together just long enough before they slip away. Tape Slime territory through and through. Raw, modest, and quietly addictive.
Tape Slime: Friedlich Schmerz – s/t
Tape Slime column feels less like a release and more like something that had to get out. Friedlich Schmerz carries...
