" Fantasies of droll dreams confusedly danced about; hybrid creations, formless mixtures of men, beasts and utensils; monks with wheels for feet and cauldrons for bellies: warriors, in armours of dishes, brandishing wooden swords in birds' claws; statesmen moved by turnspit gears; kings plunged to the waist in salt-cellar turrets ..."10/10
2 comments:
Yeah, there are just no words to describe it except it's perfect.
I gave it the same score.
This album is a fucking classic.
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