Lucas should need no introduction at this point. As the man behind the decks in the Vanishing Voice and later Time Life (as well as his recent engagement with Woods) he's made a name for himself by constructing elaborate epic symphonies of tape-fuckery from stacks of unlabeled, hand-painted cassettes, failing to ever disappoint.
Here, he focuses on universal consciousness, alien abductions and traumatic encounters with 'beams of pink light,' such as that which led Philip K. Dick to write 'Exegesis' and his self-examination trilogy in the early 80's. Ultra-paranoid, fucking grimey and eerie as all hell. Analogous to extrasensory restraints rendering you incapacitated though fully cognizant while deep probing tape manipulations loom above.
Pink spray-painted pink tapes housed in pink art, total saturation.
Edition of 99.