This here tape’s a wicked pissah! OK, had to go
there, but only because this tape is actually
and literally taking one helluva wicked piss on my living room carpet! Or
maybe that’s just me, sprawled out on my living room carpet, earthquake’d into
submission because I turned the stereo up too loud when I popped in this Wicked
Piss tape, urine spraying from my body because I can’t control anything
anymore. That’s right – Wicked Piss makes me unable to control my own bodily
functions.
Surely, you say, there’s no way a cassette tape
could actually and literally make you piss yourself. But
there is! And I think the artist of this tape is called “Wicked Piss” because
of that sole purpose. The noise artist unleashes waves upon waves of an intense
low-frequency sonic onslaught, rippling through my body and causing inadvertent
reactions. I almost don’t even care that it’s happening (I will later when I realize
what I have to clean up) – it’s like I’m viewing what’s happening to my own
body from outside of it. Yeah – Wicked Piss is giving me an out-of-body pee experience
with Muckbang Babylon!
Oh wait, that’s not me, that’s my brother on the
ground. Oh, I should probably call an ambulance.
Edition of who knows how many, maybe just one.
https://gayhippievampire.bandcamp.com
--Ryan
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