The Sentry claws at the sky. He is not acting on orders. Dirty fingers, flecks of spittle strewn across his post. No conspiracy abounds. Blank eyes betray that he follows no agenda. These contortions, these obscenities are not what he is paid for; his every motion is a bestial act.
I’d be interested in any thoughts on the mix; I went for a fairly narrow one in the end, but more mixes exist than there are gods in the sky, all spewed out in succession over a period of about 24 hours, several more spacious than this one. I have notions in mind of combining this with guitar or some such exotic beast somewhere down the line, but that isn’t really my area of expertise. Whether this mix is my best or even passable is beyond me at this juncture.