Spacemen 3
Playing With Fire

THE REVIEW

Turn on a blue neon. If you don't have one, buy it, there's surely a store under your house...
Now turn off the lights.
Put on this record.
Good, to conclude, ingest massive doses of antidepressant and lie down on the bed.
Volume very high, very.
If someone bothers you, say you're listening to the Spacemen 3.
Well.
Time will start to stop, you will be time...
You will dream of being children rolling in a field of honey pies. 
In the park, there will be lots of huge strawberries, like you, smiling.
The strawberries will suddenly explode and the sky will turn red.
The sun, blue, will start rolling like a ball and will start playing with you. 
The day is ending and you, all dead tired, will lie down at the foot of a small tree...
and you will realize that the fruits are many crystal balls (remember that strange, somewhat mystical straw on whose end you placed a fragment of unknown material...then you had to blow and out came oily, chemical, inviting bubbles that, for some reason, all the children played with...they even smelled!) that sway and that the trunk is the best pillow you've ever had. 
And you will be a highlighter, yellow let’s say.
And then... someone new will enter your room to bother you again.

But meanwhile, you have enjoyed a moment of purity.