YOU'VE
GOT FOETUS ON YOUR BREATH Ache
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'.
This is
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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