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“jhane p. she is a force of nature, and the more i get to know her, the more her revelations speak to me. in an alternate reality, we would be sisters, we would be jealous lovers, we would be bitter rivals at a strip club in some shithole in arizona. if you don’t know who she is, shame on you. jhane is half of false maria working with tomasz c in a quest to inflict their uncomfortable electronics as a form of communed catharsis and deviant confessionals. her own work stares down from the edge of the cliff, and i really don’t know if she’s actually going to jump as she recounts her sordid tales of lust and misery. i have been in that place, and i remember that feeling. it fucking sucks. it hurts so bad, but then i realize that i am still alive and i take a step back, because i remembered i can feel again. she shakes me to my core with her emotional candor. she had me at the scream. she broke me with the tragic recording of a suicide prevention announcement broadcast to absolutely no one. pain, like sex, can be such a release.” – ester kärkkäinen / himukalt
