Pings From The Abyss

Pings From The Abyss is your best friend. It is the glass of water after work. It is the feather drawn along the dry foot. It is a single strand of hair, gently tugged. It is the loss of self importance after looking at the night sky. It is choking on pool water. It is a movie with too many explosions. It is a seat by the midnight window. It is a cavern filled with anonymous coffins. It is a vat of bubbling tar in a tired laboratory, beeping with clinical tones.

Most importantly of all, it is a radio show, broadcast from the deep corners of the void, with metaphysical bands playing pataphysical songs. Hosted by a shapeshifter, with interviews from the far reaches, and a slew of impossible guests.