I dreamed I watched myself die and then smashed my own skull open with a rock until I was nothing but a puddle of pink. Just when I thought I’d finished the job, the puddle beckoned me close and played me this album.
I say I watched myself die. But without a mirror to reflect I don’t really know if I’d been myself in the first place. All I had was cold acid reality and the echo of this in my mind. Recommended!