whisps of white snow flicker across grey colored skies with criminal intent and precise movement. in this world where color is of no use, ville moskiitto flies amongst the ancient ruins. finland has been a place where legends are borne out of wrecked wine bottles and sea glass clatter, and ville is another in this long lineage. these five fragile compositions run the gambit of prepared electric guitar soundscapes and various other instruments. it's life lived through blurred eyesight; slightly disorienting and semi-magical. 85 copies