Courier I was reading Bram Stoker‘s Lair Of The White Worm recently, and there is something about the slow creep of the latest Courier cassette that evokes the brooding, underground menace of that book. The ominous drone, the slow vibrations, a rustling movement of an inexplicable body. Aqueous groans sound through stagnant pools and the creek and scutter of smaller things vanish into the shadows of hidden caverns.
Matt Atkins
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