Our bodies would quake and transform - shaking as if caught in a tumultuous downpour - elated and unrestrained. How high our arms would fly over our heads as we would strive to reach that neon light - the glowing, neon messiah platformed before us. He would wave his arms, gesticulating madly, accenting the very words spewing forward from his mouth. An ocean of bodies - weaving to and fro like waves. Captain of choruses - psychedelic shaman. As the music floated throughout our bodies, we would become possessed. Eyes rolling far back in our heads, mouths wide open, sweat dripping like a rainstorm - you would inhabit our very being. We would shout in unison as we acknowledged the hold you had over us. Effluent. Phosphorescent sorcerer of willing, loyal, joyous masses.
Tonight, tonight, tonight at the Rickshaw Stop in SF - GOBBLE GOBBLE!
Meanwhile, hurry and purchase the Boring Horror (12” Single) which will be officially released on the 7th of March (limited edition 12” vinyl and digital) from deBonton (US Distributor: Forced Exposure)
Get it here.
♪ File under: electronic, hyperpop, OH BOY!