Articolo 31
Il Mio Fuoco

Crocodile or Real? A ghost dub broadcast shaped from a special K.Over-ripe bananas and quaaludes, looking across the concrete at screeching burn outs resonating into echo-streaked good morning sunshine. Beat a zig zag serpentine passage, and drift towards solid ground on the platform, are you coming down? Ported and stacked, slip into a stuttering seventh dub. Alarm bells and scattering footsteps in the carriage, that is ugly (what’s going on?) Space liquid danger waters, sink or swim, float forward inside out, Queens Park conga, last train (to Glasgow Central). Perfect storm clouds, take a beat dub cut-up bud, splash it out.