Album Notes

The Gurning is over and Bolger is on his way: Storm-world is awakening for the manmachine eats pineapple at breakfast and resists waste-paper – will this also be wet? Waiting for the freeze-out the molusque brings drinks but where is Mr Thorastants, are we to brain-dance plimp-souls before our Gods? Nay, harken to each day's duality, for there within lies the price; life's cheap, I'll buy half a pond and my toad will be happy. “It is the business of our future to observe time-lines array, to speculate Mr Cringepimple, of greater curtains and carpet bombs, are you ready to emerge from the obscuring mist of the mulk-worm's web into the festival of the Omnia Opera?” No, nor I! But I laugh heartily. I laugh in the face of 'certainty', run over the lawns of order and trample the daisy's of acceptance, and dance within the faery-ring. Be that as it may, the cloud-runners fly and burn in the clear dawn of a bright new shopping-general.