Electro-industrial concerning James Bond, Justine Bateman, the Marquis de Sade, Russ Meyer films, and serial murders. The singer sounds too much like Axl Rose.
Interspersed between the lilting guitars and violins are swelling gurgles of looped burbling saxophone, other figures rising to throw Dada at the audience.
Allow the glorious feedback of Sonic Boom to caress thine skin and alter thine eyes as the stumbling auditory brook splashes you to see the secrets of Now.