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Spam (71)

January 15th, 2013

you called to me

unique. eclectic. uniquely eclectic. eclectically unique.

“I love what you do.”

lies, but lost in an electro-organic tidal wave of harmony

and divergent sound design

a barrage of psychotropic and integral melody

set atop a laser-infused bassline

stylish, sussed and like reformed mathcore

unique. eclectic. uniquely eclectic. eclectically unique.

but like the Smiths meet Husker Du meet the Shaggs

unique. eclectic. uniquely eclectic. eclectically unique.

hanging of the precipice of a “church of synthesizer” breakdown

weaving its way with aplomb

finding traction at the holy grail

“A grimy alien romance in outer space”

With hooks akimbo! Hooks akimbo! Hooks akimbo!

h o o k s

a k i m b o

all delivered with stoic, wistful restraint

and a plea to get back to you soon

for a taste of hypothetical, sugar-coated situations

but I had already hit delete

(Thank you, seven years of music PR spam, for giving birth to this masterpiece of poesy.)

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One Response to “Spam (71)”

  1. Cary

    Superb.

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