Another tape I missed out on but here it is on bandcamp. I know next to nothing about Thomas Ragsdale, the name behind the moniker Sulk Rooms, but this is more choice drifting ambient drone in the isolationist vein. If you're getting tired of all the substandard Aphex/BOC death of rave H****ology that is persistently lingering on into the third decade of the new millennium here's a sub-zero temperature drop to take you to the wintry outer reaches of your consciousness. Not that it's unpleasant, it just doesn't play up to your brain's insatiable cravings for remnants of 90s rave culture. Loving this a lot.