Everyone is entitled to express themselves in their own special, unique way. The sooner you learn that, my girl, the sooner I'll allow you out into the boskier sections of the Great Forest. With her heart filled with expectation, Baby Bear revised her prejudices and gently asked what disc Mommy Bear had chosen for this evening's recital. Forty minutes later, Mommy Bear turned to Baby Bear and saw her daughter's face stricken with consternation. I mean, if I want formulaic artificiality and mechanized emptiness, you know I turn to Trans Am.
Appliance are as manufactured and concept-driven as their moniker.
It sounds like their sole motive is to make music that would be made by the steam-iron division of Hoover, while courting hoary critics with blatant Plone and Broadcast references. I'm disappointed in you Mommy Bear. Shit, it was cold out there.