Tick, tock, tick, squawk..
From the scum of the great water, after the dredge, shiny happy little toys did remain.
Many years passed. ..
Disguised as just another plaything, the toys arrived, sweet little glittery pills, sparkling, addictive.. A chorus from a Boston séance, a boxcar shampoo hook, cold Wire synth washes, sprinkles, jabs and prefab lilts sprouting. Decidedly New Wave. ... more