Transhula is here. We are a slug with a twig in its gaping hole. But imagine the slug to be wearing a pink wig and a Groucho Marx plastic nose. We are like a decomposing corpse that has gone unnoticed in your neighbours shed for two months, but the corpse is smiling, why it is smiling we will never know? Or will we ? Perhaps Transhula will tell us in their next song? Or maybe they wont. They may have better things to sing about. Watch 'this space'for more. Imagine a Stephen King story to music, while you chomp on a crab sandwich, but you forgot to get the meat out of its shell, and the claws bight your lips on every munch.transhula was made up out of two indivduals...that met over a burning alien. We will never know its name.Keep listening. Keep looking. Keep breathing.
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