"...there are flies on the windscreen,
for a start
Reminding us,
we could be torn apart
tonight"

Dance music for people who don't belong anywhere else. Let the fools tediously laugh themselves into a pulp. "It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society." Freaks learned to shake their spirit loose, to lose themselves in trance, escaping into the darkness, our true mother, who beckons us home - a place which is unruly, electrifying, incomprehensible, visionary, deranged...

I don't question where it takes me,
Intuition, make or break me
I trust my soul, I trust the trance
I trust the devil in the dance

"Let your body learn,
let your body build"

"And everybody thinks I'm high and I am"

"America, America is killin' it's youth"

16 tracks