Miraculous anus butter but beware the barber
Michael De | St Andrews, Scotland | 12/25/2005
(5 out of 5 stars)
"I can barely comment because my ears are bleeding with the glory of this newly picked up CD of the dopest beats I've heard in the past eon. I've been out of new music for quite some time now, sticking to my ol' rack of electro, experimental, underground hip-hop, and barfing noises that i completely, wholly forgot what amazing new music sounds like. It sounds like this.
Mostly instrumentals with bad ass bass, clicks, and pops. Your head bops. Then so does the one sitting atop your neck. Feel your gas. It's so good my mouth waters for you.
This is emotional, digital turntablism at its finest. Conducted was an experiment involving three biphoton interferometry tests in which I was pre-fused with the intentional states of my future self in a galaxy called quartenonia-xr4.3, the last galaxy bordering the external edge of the interdimensional hyperspace manifold. My mouth watered for her gas. Her farts were exceptional, my bleeding eyes extended perpendicular to her vortex. We touched, though there was no part of her continguous with me, and she wasn't even. She wasn't.
I haven't yet returned."