Yes, hear Simon, Theodore and Alvin at their true speed, sounding respectively like an accountant, a hot-dog vendor, and a lunatic. Put it on repeat and you’ll drift gradually into madness — it’s like an acid flashback to foetal languor, the surreal sounds that filtered through the uterine wall.
Don’t blame me if you need to poke your eardrums out with sharpened sticks after listening to it — via said the gramophone
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