'SIX TOUCHES DE TIR!' BY MAKIM CIRCE FH-B 007 (CD) MAR 2001
SYNOPSIS: DRAGGIN' IT ALONG THE WRONG EDGE OF A stolen ACETATE, VACUUM-FORMED LIKE IT AIN'T EVEN NOTHIN', CIRCE GIVES THE ANALOGUE CREW A BAD NAME, TWISTIN' THE CASIO VIBE INTO A USELESS SCALPEL, CONFUSED, IMPOTENT EXPRESSION SMIRKIN' UP FACE AS HE LEAVES THE WOUND OPEN TO AIR, THE DUST AND THE CAREERING TOY-TRAIN OF HIS COMPRESSED, BADLY POLISHED PLASTIC CASTLE OF AN ALBUM. WHEN HE GETS DOWN TO IT, HE'S DOIN' SOMETHING THAT NO OTHER TWAT HAS EVEN EVER DONE BEFORE. NEVER HAS POOR EXECUTION BEEN SO ELECTRICALLY LIKELY TO DROP, THE RESULT IS PRIMARY-COLOuRED BUBBLES OF HIS FLOB SPECIFICALLY TWISTIN' LIKE ASTEROIDS UP THE SHEER SIDE OF YOUR STEREO. THIS STUFF IS GREAT. |
