Yes thats a picture of me, but don't leave me now. Although my appearance may shock and appall, I'm truly benign. Reader, I write to you through the filth and residue of psychedelic pretensions only plausible in an intro to video art class. As my classmates tool around on final cut creating what they call art (and some call kaleidoscopic bullshit) I reflect on my temperature preferences and respective music tastes. As previously stated, its cold. In every facet of life its cold. Outside, frigid; inside, stark; middleside?, dangerous... oh so dangerous. But where this pans out in the end is a shout out to seattle trio Cold Cave. They make cool music that sounds somewhere between a melodic representation of andy warhol's 'factory' and new order if mr. kurtis wasn't so damn into himself and was still around... so i guess it wouldn't be new order just joy division...[he hung himself you see]. And by 'sort-of-like' i mean exactly like... and by that i mean completely ripped off, but I'll err on the side of 'sort-of-like' because what Cold Cave do is good, and i enjoy that. The opener Cebe and Me is deck as f, and those words in succession are a true accolade to those seattle based bastards.
So check out cold cave, they are pretty cool
and by cool i mean cold
and fuck is it cold
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i'm a cat
