Behold the illusiom, tangible between your fingers. Like a dream that intrudes your waking life. Slices of electro like greased pastrami. Soundscapes of vistas from The Warriors. There’s Knight Rider smashing through an arcade while Michael Knight does Can-D.
We’re talking 80s futurism, peeps. We’re talking ghost poetry, p33ps. We’re talking fleeting interactions with time as this song could loop insight inside and out and dissappear or expand beyond reason. We’re talking music to make you dance and make you quiver in fear. As always, Teeth Of The Sea are all things at once. They set it off. Your all in. Are you all in? Your all in. This is Cities Of Gold. They are. You are. Capitulate.
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