Identity Theft has stolen the cake in the face. Drs. Buchanan and iterations don horse masks and conduct exploratory surgery on arrays of synthesizers and rhythm replicators. Monastic bliss ascetics fetishizing the slots in subwoofers. Gloom rave and autosedition. Maximal turtle hyperdrive. An astral projection restraint boot to keep your vehicle on the dance floor. I suspect what you are thinking. Enough everything! —We couldn’t agree more.
The Future Hates the Past is six infinitesimal macrocosms of modern amanita chants and cyborg consciousness simulations. Climb into your local bouncy castle during a windstorm, set your GPS coordinates for Paranoia Celebration, and slice the guy ropes. These tracks are not for nobody everyone, but if you are somebody anyone, channel thy frenetic boredom hither.
[[[Review by Port of the Sun]]]