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From the pen of has heard of dubstep. Is sickened by the organic, human nature of the album version of “Forces From Above” and of the Poison Season feel in general, when the words are so often about mechanized abuse at a societal level. It makes no sense. However, understands malaise and being lost in the simple maze (a couple of squiggly lines) of one’s dreary thoughts. #knows for a fact that “Forces From Above” is about CAMPS, like internment camps and concentration camps. #heard this from Bejar himself, muttered once or twice, in his bunk. #mixes are not interested in release; they are exercises in tension that go nowhere, much like a life. #dabbles in queer theory. #mixes on an iPhone; too bad. #says, “Destroyer’s sadness is no match for mine. Mine cannot be contained.