Wednesday, May 03, 2017

Gas NARKOPOP (2017)

POP (2000) soundtracked so many of my weird chilly nighttime strolls in Portland and Berkeley, helped me sleep in several cots and bunks, and this is arguably better, the kind of life music that comes from the wokest of pied pipers, as if the Beatitudes are some sort of chemo trip you have to stay on, 24/7, to capture the beauty and pain of decadence and decline, remoteness and accessibility, the confines of faith.

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