A huge ursine pleasure to have Glands of External Secretion darken our door with 30 minutes of puddle-brain brilliance. The dreamscape explodes in every direction and the walls are splattered with shimmering sonic sunshine - a life-altering walkabout in the outback of the unconscious - expect messages from within to go straight to answerphone for the foreseeable. You're on borrowed time.
Describe it in a single word? sonic spongiform.
C30 with day-glo MEXICO artwork by SG.
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