Harthouse

Axis of Vision
by Karl Geising

Hey, I’ve got an idea. Let’s borrow our rich parents’ cars, hang out in warehouses, do lots of drugs, and think we’re rebels. And, after the night wears on and our brains get completely fried, we can hang out in a dark room, listen to nonthreatening music, and ignore the fact that we’re beautiful losers. I’ve got this album by Harthouse that will do the trick. Sure, it’s two CDs of a kid and his Mac, but this pablum is candy to brain-dead ol’ me.