GOT FOETUS ON YOUR BREATH
THE COVER is a tacky
visual dose of red and black linear
geometrics constructed across a
grey-toned pic that shows a Red Army
barber cheerfully shaving an ear off a
(Red?) infant. The music begins with an
equally sadistic glee an optimistic tune
entitled 'Dying With My Boots On'.
another instalment in the new soul less
vision. Foetus (we'll talk of him/them/it
as a man) wages a ghoul's crusade,
galloping across the corrupt territories
of popular music (and related industries)
with a two-fingered thrust of disregard
for both elsewhere hallowed traditions
and his own personal safety.
'Ache' is approximate musical equivalent
of a human torch. Going up in a
self-destructive blaze of glory.
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