Black Moth Super Rainbow // Open The Fucking Fantasy

Post by Misha //

A few thoughts, in no particular order, at 9:06 pm:

I just finished work and I’m listening to this song and the stuff between my brain and skull feels like it’s been carbonated.

Is there a genre named for poking at the open wounds of late stage capitalism? Rot pop? Anyway.

This song trips along and chunks fall off of it. The air at its elevation smells like Victoria’s Secret perfume and old meat. The pavement is splattered with a substance that everyone on ground level is too polite to look at. If you were to pick a way to describe the identical expression on each of their faces it would be dumb terror. Every last one of them is tapping their feet.

Buy this song and pre-order Black Moth Super Rainbow’s forthcoming album, Soft New Magic Dream, here. (Label: Rad Cult)