https://marclaidlaw.bandcamp.com/album/dank-carnival
It's always autumn here. Has the world ended, or is it only that seasons have stopped changing? No one knows, least of all us.
Dank Carnival sets up in the parking lots of abandoned malls, haunted by the hungry ghosts of consumers with nothing left to buy. The suburbs seem deserted but still, at twilight, people come and tear off tickets and put on wristbands that grant them unlimited rides. Games of skill, games of chance, we don't care if you play or not. No one ever barks at you, not even the dogs. The stuffed toy prizes might be taxidermy, except for the way their eyes follow you.
An old woman sits outside a crumpled trailer spinning cotton candy. The colors are pure poison but it tastes delicious. If you're patient, she'll spin it into threads and tailor a suit for you. She has been with the carnival longer than anyone. The oldest dog is hers. In earlier days it was part of the freak show, but that's not why it has two heads.
If I were you, I'd skip the rides, stride boldly past the chained dogs on the midway, decline the massive lollipops, and head to the farthest corner of the lot, where the band is just now striking up. They're not the regular carnival band--no one knows what happened to that one. But they've been traveling with the wagons for a while and they've learned a few of the old band's numbers just to keep management happy. But every now and then they will throw in a few of their own, which no one has ever quite heard before.
These are those songs.
And you can redeem a free code for them here...
https://marclaidlaw.bandcamp.com/yum
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