It’s late at night. You’re on the way home from a punk rock show. Your ears are still ringing. There’s little illumination beyond the headlights and the moon overhead, but the display of the radio glows too, frequency numbers backlit softly, the dashboard’s neon green glow…you scan the dial, through the static, Top 40, and commercial jingles. Then, you stumble upon them, the spiraling sounds of…Clairaudience on WASTOIDS.
Somewhere in the expanse of space there is a place of quiet. A place of reprieve. Despite its faraway location, you can go there, listener. Simply close your eyes. Allow yourself a deep breath. Sink lower and lower into the cosmic waters. Listen closely and you can hear it bubbling…the sound of Clairaudience on WASTOIDS. Shall we ride the cosmic waves?