Neon Cemetary from Faucet by Healing Power Records

Bile Sister: Stash it on the hip. Wink up a stink. Stop a sec to think but thoughts lost in sync. Neon knees kneels on heels with peels that breeze. Feels the seals of steel and peels are meals that steal when reels of meals take streets away from Keele to remain real, but you're too fake to feel (the frail stale mate)...

Asante V: extra terrestrial being aha ha... .

Bile Sister: Take a date to deal. She sees R. Kelly's heel.

Asante V: Team demon rolling with Charlie's Angels. one touch break the batteries in your halo. Open your mind and step into my oasis, black and white faces, spit poison at racists. Went from tasteless to gracious, sometimes ostentatious. Fantasies from Playboy pages, ever since grade six. Follow through the ages, cases and chains with slaveships, stumble into nightmares I stay sick. I breathe heavy while you sleep steady, lazy smoking weed drinking 40's, labelled me as crazy. Maybe I'm troubled, looking at the globe puzzled. My thoughts are a pinhead ready to pop the bubble. Walking tightropes, cuddle on bed of nails behold a pale horse, forces of evil seem to prevail at a snail's pace on my holy grail chase with a map and a plan that's certified fail-safe.

• Electronic
• Experimental
• avant-pop
• canada
• synth
• synthpunk
• Toronto