Hello, how are you?
I'm fine today, thanks
What's wrong?
Ah, nothing suicide wouldn't fix
I've been a eunuch for lo these many years
In place of my testes is a six pack of beers
I've sprouted some breasts
And I must confess
To my special attraction to Herman Hesse
Sockeye is stupid and we deserve to die
We wrote a good song once, but naturally we didn't record it
Our tits are oblong sacks of chewed food
supported by 5 fans who also own “L. Moron Hubbard”
I cannot praise this album enough. This album is absolutely terrifying! The many starts and stops creates this very h settling tension. Each start expands on the stopper idea previously. It’s like the music equivalent of walking through thick fog while passing out multiple times throughout trying to find a place to orientate yourself. There may or may not be something sinister in that fog, but you don’t want to stick around to find out. Bought the vinyl so I summon the fog demons through spe showhornwithteeth