These are the gleaming cuts of mouth drooling goodness that were hurled still living on to the platters here at 89.7 the week of May 29, 1996. Some members of Flying Saucer Attack get together for some serious sonorous shearing sounds. It has a Galaxy 500 in England sound to it, that sort of floats around some misty country side, with the drummer and his kit whooshing in and out of flanged focus over the heads of the other members of AMP, who are walking in slow motion, towards a pub. I'm not very hungry at lunch.
Food tastes like sofas.
Sofas that some rich person's cat retched on. I might as well eat the bag for texture. I'm trying hot chocolate to keep warm. I feel like someone beat me with a bag of oranges. Maybe the cold scoured off my taste-buds.