I’m standing in the dark on an expanse of marble floor,
cutting paper snowflakes in slow motion.
I’m crying soundlessly, my makeup is running slightly, but it only makes
me look sexier. A red ant is crawling up
my neck and as I watch it in the mirror I wonder: is it a real ant or a robot
ant? It gets to my cheek and I squash it
with my finger and its flesh smears into a perfect blush and I flash a
sparkling mouth.
Sub Liquid is immaculate.
Pristine. Innocuous. The soundtrack to an inevitable erotic design. A sculpted runway model, shaved, perfumed,
choreographed. It has a vibe. The tape is impeccably made, if its
individual design components are just regular ok. Rotifer Cassettes has a lot of great-looking
artifacts in the online discography.
--Kevin Oliver
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