Snapped Ankles / Gum Takes Tooth / Terminal Cheesecake: Electrowerkz, London - 01/02/14
Snapped Ankles
Swamp thing Krautrock groovy Bike lights and mood rings under sodden rags Pointed antlers, woodland triggers Doctor martens squashing delay pedals. Sideshow Bass forgives the green strobe. Captain Kirk's control console Directs the upcoming autobahn excursion. Bald dancing up front. Drummer fracks for treasure in amber snare. Cardiac keys stained with poachers' blood Deliver chilling realisations to spinal columns Encrusted with an Australasian expanse. The road extends to the horizon, And there is no speed limit.
Gum Takes Tooth
Sleeping beauty drowns in plastic ball pond As toy megaphones spit negative flowers At super normal friends hidden in a leather sea.
Demonic vocal aftershock. Dwarf front row; awesome viewpoint Synthetic rhythms emanate Maternal warnings regarding cheap samplers And DMT elves from the seventh dimension. Collagen pumps directly into blue smokescreen. Mike Patton moves but doesn't breathe. Circuit bent birdsong Train bells borrowed light Primal cry inside orange pantheon Moo-like kazoo always on the move. Our friend with the pineapple hair Shakes maracas after dark. This is all very Back to the Future II - An alternative universe where the KLF Stapled pop music to a tired udder Back in the summer of '87 And the wound grew septic What time is love? Love is hidden, never to be recovered. Curtains please.
Terminal Cheesecake
More Christmas up your vaseline. Stage on wheels moves closer to the man With the electric head. Neil, why not in Gnod anymore?
Two hands battle: One good, one evil. Evil hand wins but there's no Ammonia poker face here. Plaid shirt Stratocaster Wailing waters rise. Slow beginning, But kick is imminent.
Siamese guitar interplay by Androgynous king of all space cakes. Opal floor savage breeds forgotten Ticket stubs and bounces feedback Off its back. Here's a solo. Here's another. Masked crusader saves novelties for last. Static grain on maple syrup headstock. Army surplus acid casualties grace the pedestal, Learning to dance like Sailor Jerry In cashmere blue. Pair up. Don't be shy.
Red hand wins again, and this time It's keeping the kids. Fur-loving-space-hogging-baby Kicks shins and starts riots. Her uncouth hair tastes like silver. Flaming groove warm as womb, But could be louder. Killer investment contortionist Persistently gloats while the Peroxide perspex box spreads the joy. Violent love makers worship the riff. Wearing all black. Is there any other colour?
Filament fuzz, Like that sepia scene in Alien 3 Where the dog gets devoured In the ventilation tunnel, The terminal sound of predicts Our imminent demise.
