I feel like I have just awoke from a coma, a fold in time, a 90’s coup d’etat, everything indeed in its right place. hyperbole flying everywhere, teenage music in my veins, and all I want is to have an orgasm and float away in rainbows.
boudoir music, all ‘talk show host’ sessions, beaming to distant planets in astral colours, unspooling the entire cache of experiences and expectations and leaving one entirely spent.
definitive.
listen.
Videotape (the last track)