This used to be a future but now it’s just shit
This is a pie made of ants and honey. This is your sweet dream and a giant’s canned sweat. This is a machine with blue eyes and talking teeth. These teeth sing, laugh and talk to you before they bite. This is a dry orgasm. This is a gigantic pear you can live in. This is a ball syringe with chili sauce. Try it. This is a circus without clowns, acrobats and animals. The audience is doing it all. They come to this circus and perform. Drunken ladies play tigers, teenagers try to be acrobats and fall down on a floor – it’s horrible and fantastic. Old men try to be clowns telling dirty jokes. This is a gnome in your garden. This is a garden in your gnome. This is a perfect daydream slowly turning into a perfect nightmare. And you don’t know when to wake up. This is soup with eyeballs. This is a lady in a restaurant asking you to squeeze her. This is a buffalo’s head on a window-sill. This is a love affair in a warehouse. This is shit looking like future. This is the vibe and the sound. This is fat and lard on your fingers and toes. This is a tranquilizer for horses. It’s in your blood. This is a blood of record industry. A poisoned blood. This is a sound you want to f#uck. It f#cks you. This is a cheap motel room whispering weird stories. This is a granny with a rusty axe chasing someone in a fog. This is an ugly mask for porn down in a basement. This is a rain of red nails and blue lips.
This is Mike & The Melvins with LP “Three Men and a Baby” (2016). And this album is absolutely absolute. It’s gorgeous. And this album is 16 years old, yeah.
