It came out almost a year ago when it was almost my birthday.
It's pastel-colored doom, fast and carefree. When a track reaches almost eight minutes, it feels like going off the beaten path.
The floor has done a lot, twelve years roaming around. Twelve years of offering doom with pop tendencies, twelve years to find the squaring of the circle.
Is that a lot? Go look up the meaning of the term "squaring" and then try to find the squaring of the circle yourselves (of which circle? A boh, it's you who said it was easy...)
It's enlightened doom, it smells of acrylic bikinis and lives from nine in the morning to the moment our star ends its monologue in a menstrual red bed.
What's it like? A cannonball dive from ten meters into a pool full of ice cream; again: sunglasses, sarong, flip-flops, sun-bleached hair, the Algida logo, and uncomfortable sex on the sand.
It's Florida, my dear, waves and babes 365 days a year.
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