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I embraced the giant turtle on the fly, but you try to catch a stereo box on the fly and let yourself be carried away to a night club beneath the foam of the waves. Atmosphere between the mystical, industrial abstractions struck by ambient radiation offspring of shattered post-punk alembics, pre-ambient Berlin and magic cardboard.
An octopus wearing a Coil t-shirt sets the rhythm among free electro jazz bubbles, luminous intermittent cubist jellyfish dancing to the beat of clams under MDMA, repeating a drone mantra between bagpipes and visionary Popul Vuh, Embryo, and post-flower child Germany in search of the road to Damascus, bathed in Mediterranean aromas.
You sway to the opiate drift until reaching a kraut landing with an ethnic and briny flavor.
Motorick and hashish.
Embrace and lick the winking turtles, and if they're x-ray turtles like a famous hand, it's all a journey.
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