Smoke filters through the rickety wooden splints barely supporting the once prominent dance floor. Although now barren, the specters of revelers and performers are almost tangible. Your dance partner from a former life breathes upon your neck. The initial euphoria twists to dread as you find the face looming upon you is lathered in grotesque white paint. A spherical rubber nose presses upon your back. It feels good and you don't know why.
GAWP invites us to the four floors of his naughty haunted haus on the Clownbite EP for our scary good 26th release.