Pings From The Abyss is your best friend. It is the glass of water after work. It is the feather drawn along the dry foot. It is a single strand of hair, gently tugged. It is the loss of self importance after looking at the night sky. It is choking on pool water. It is a movie with too many explosions. It is a seat by the midnight window. It is a cavern filled with anonymous coffins. It is a vat of bubbling tar in a tired laboratory, beeping with clinical tones. Most importantly of all, it is a radio show, broadcast from the deep corners of the void, with metaphysical bands playing pataphysical songs. Hosted by a shapeshifter, with interviews from the far reaches, and a slew of impossible guests.