After last year’s attempts of pop stardom comes another thirty minute album from the “master of mangled pop”. This was made after Robert was thrown out of his home, now armed with only looping cassettes and a telephone that he has circuit bent into a microphone. He feels the need to make a new pop album dedicated to all things rude, hot and steamy. Everything you hear is entirely vocals. Although from the description it sounds minimal the result is pop at its darkest and weird. Limited to 30 copies. Hissing Frames.