Album Notes

And so where has ye’ been says you? Not been viddied in na while. Dark and meaty have been the days of late, we’ve been running off the road, living off of cancers and chai and moloko. But for you nothing has changed. We are the same to you as we’ve now always been, empty faces and music. Always Music. And so with nothing in our Carmen we set upon the nation, and viddied many wonders and were much delighted and on the whole all things were real horrowshow. Sure, we often had to avoid the Millicent and ignore the nazzy, but such is the way of jeezny. And now we have come back to you, our dear ultraists, back into the sweet embrace of home. Now’s the way to make advantage like, make loose of the grazzy fashions and chest up and all. SO did you hachat the pop-disk? Well, there you stand with still no Red One in your hand? You’ve come to the right place have you not? It begins with the Appy polly loggy, a bolshy slaag in the Gran Pomme and Silly Dilly and now all over. Can you not viddy? For all the rage is all the Fashion, and the fashion is the future. Savvy? And what to be said of this new pop-disk, much ado and tours and travelling and yet not a chance to hachat the high crimes of fashion. Worry not, all can be got, and a chance to crast that which cannot be hached. It was a bitva to make, I will not lie dear bratties, and noise and hard to hear oneself, and many of the banda lost and discouraged. And there was trouble with the shelter, and I myself getting hurt on the wheel stick. Our dear Prodovat with two Bezoomy Charlies, of that Gloopy order of the Church of the New Ain’ts, complaining about some pretty polly. Is it any wonder that I and my droogs had to lash him? It is always sad when someone loses themselves; it’s best if you don’t get lost with them. And yet all was finished and brilliant. Look and ye’ shall find. This is the greatest life I have ever known. Savvy?