#DTF

Fizzzzzzz ooomp pressure waves & half-remembered high frequencies bubble and swoon around the ringing after-effects of an evening amongst the Muzak... a soundtrack engineered to appeal to the deaf... low subharmoncis that beguile the inanity of the lyrics reminiscent of pornographic aerobic commands as they revel in the ease of instruction... genius in its own way... the sound of a neighbor's dog running around the back yard, answering another's bark more than a mile away at 2 o'clock in the morning... fairly certain their dialogue can be translated to hey, hey, yo, yo, what's up? oh, nothing, whatchoo up to? oh, nothing, what do you look like? rowr hey babe if these walls weren't here I'd be making you howl like a werewolf on a ketamine bender... 

Neil Kull