hopefully i can recreate a bleak 80's wasteland, thee kind where every one has two lines of dialogue and there are intermittent smears of prairie that sprawl out in between the desolation of hard urban forests - large Sequoyan sky scrapers, oaken McDonalds, and Mohecan space mutants running rampant, as god has no leash on them. In this tonal realm every women has a boob job and all of my emotions can be detailed through the hum and whinny of synthesizers. In winter a leak in the sky dribbles a cell shaded cocaine nightmare and every black man marches down 6th avenue with a rickety boom box tethered to his shoulder, murmurs of an exhaustive impatience threatening to "up against the wall" Ronald McDonald abound. Lastly, Ronald Reagan, with fangs and oily bat wings, comes out at sundown to scribble chalk monsters that, as he directs, enslave or feast upon the surplus population. He can be seen most often waltzing his minions to animation atop the right world trade center, accompanied on the fife by a goat man, his lower body sporting the legs and waist of a pheasant, and his shoulders tailored with strings knotted in shrunken heads.Do not go out past sundown.....
HELIOPOLIAN WOMEN TREE BARK LABIA AND ME -
"Breath of Flesh"
(2009)
1.The hill I want to die on
2. fife and drums for ma
3.breath of flesh
4. reid lizzy sean ashley tyler, i made this record for you
5.pap smear blues
6.cedar bark vulva
7.web of ramen
8.origin of feces
9.bath of cat blood
Download coming sooooooooooooooooooooooon as some one tells me how to upload an album on to a storage site where you can download it by the album rather than the song
Peter Christopherson of Coil: It's spirited but not my cup of tea.
