Masking Tapeworm comes to Sublamental as a gift from Count G, who found this treasure while wandering through the Greek islands of the Southeastern Aegean.

On these magic islands of exile, music is elemental, like the surrounding sea and the wind that barrels down the rockhills, still inspiring the youthful soul with the most archaic of bodily yearnings – the desire to dance.

The affinity of spirit is obvious. Grooves, playfulness, experimentation, improvisation, the occasional baffling twist, but in this case with an explicit intention to get body and soul to move. This is music for sultry nights, for intoxicated spirits that bask in the hide-and-seek of sensual summer grooves.

Island locals murmur, with some sarcasm, that he lives surrounded by heaps of old tapes from which he elicits with worm-like compulsion whatever sound can be saved before the irredeemable decay.