radical hooligan faction

Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide, wide sea! And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony. The many men, so beautiful! And they all dead did lie: And a thousand thousand slimy things Lived on; and so did I.

The Bass got away from me

A dangerous game of "How Many Synthesizers Can I Use Before The Computer Catches On Fire?"

via pianteq and alesis Q49

in honor of M.Gira

shout to Mr Purdie