Secret Abuse - Violent Narcissus

Secret Abuser Jeff Witscher is an enigma wrapped in a riddle rolled in cassette tape and plugged into a battered
pair of towering PA speakers. He’s lived everywhere, met everyone, and inspired legions through his loner
lifestyle, utopian fashions (“refugee chic”), and spellbindingly intense music. Up from Rainbow Blanket, through to
Impregnable, and across the arid plains of Roman Torment and Deep Jew, Witscher’s maintained a singularity of
vision and total commitment to execution that has wrecked us, personally, to the point of speechlessness at least
a dozen times. But, despite his restlessly shapeshifting spirit, the past year plus has seen him settling ever deeper
into his Secret Abuse sinkhole mode, and here’s hoping he lingers a while longer, cause it’s a fucking winner.
Brutal, pensive, blown-out tones crossfade into tortured minor key guitar laments before being slowly subsumed in
a droning ocean of choked vocals and sulking, selfish electronics. Repressed, burning, and emotional as only a
young man pushing away everything can be, Violent Narcissus is as definitive a document as has thus far yet
emerged from the SA canon (and lord knows there’s been a grip of gems). Look long and hard; the mirror is a
bitter mistress. Black LPs, mastered by Bill Hutson, housed in jackets designed by Witscher. Edition of 445.

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