Some say that it was the vibrations of ancient primitive sounds that set the wheels of destiny in motion.Vibrations that forced molecules to collapse and reshape themsleves to suit their distain for boredom and mediocrity.A holy/unholy mix of Little Richards sweat,electric kool aid and the dust of Brian Jones bones and a new life form emerges,raw,gory,beautiful,shiny.Amplifiers on amphetemines howl sweet feedback though the halls of the cosmos,tearing like a rocket,spewing star spangle splatter,as glitter flies and floats.Emerging from the thick haze of heavenly hashish smoke,four fallen angels,dressed in fetish jewels,all kaleidoscope eyes,guitars gleaming astronaunt silver.Six string lazors equipped with mandatory built in bullshit detectors.Alchemey,magic,wizards of ahh,laughing free men.Extravagant,exaggerated,excessive.Exististance.Future here,right now.Intoxicated,liberated.Pirates from venus on a kamikazee mission,armed with massive tender hooks,sharpend to pierce even the most hardend of hearts.Weapons of mass construction,truth,honor,sweat and devotion.Mad romantics obsessed by the moon.Dead end kids longing for a world where POET IS PRIEST,where ART IS THE LAW,and BLOOD IS WORTH GOLD.Smashfashion 2006
