Sometimes I play this album to myself with the lights out, sitting in a bathtub filled with ice and frozen meat while attaching electrodes to my nipples. I chant the dark lord’s name and sayeth the vows of the sacrament of blood. Then, my phone rings, I drop all of my multitasking and it’s actually my grandma. She asks me what I want for Christmas. I am utterly delighted and tell her to pick up those snazzy trousers and as many pistachios as humanly possible. Back to business… I fire up my electrode nipples and ride into some tripped out situations, man., I would like to thank the creator of this album… quire personally. MmmMMmmmmmMmM