Oh my, what is this? The alien globule of Damaged Bugs errant planet has circled the sun and is re-entering our orbit where last years Cold Hot Plumbs left off. Urgent falsetto morbidities detail this most rhythmically adventurous offering yet: Bunker Funk syncopating lush landscapes with moon-shot death rays. Witness in horror the tractor beam pull of Slay The Priest a breathless sprint through unfamiliar enemy territory erratic laser beam synths dredge the lake, hard panned double drums resurrect dead heartbeats: load thy crossbow, friend, this night is long and we appear beset on all sides. The Bug is back and more hideous than ever join us as we gawp at its iridescent shell, its alien mandibles and the guts streaming from the wound.
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