oh hallelujah, the dark ocean swells. & liz phair on chorus is singing the coloured girls bit. its the future though, & everybody worth knowing is sending each other messages on atm's that have been hacked. the dig-dug scroll across the screen is like an 8-bit party favour. you're all twisted up like a chapagne bottle, green & effervescent as reigh's squirming %. come on maeblung, lets get old school like tiamat, like dagon.