I love love love this album. That's really all you need to know. You should trust my taste by now. This album is like Stereolab took some mescaline and dreamed a psychedielic dream where Nico stars in a David Lynch movie about a girl who's lost her memory and wanders through the desert until Lou Reed or Justin Theroux or, fuck, Mickey Rourke rescues her, wipes away her smudged eyeliner, and tells her everything she wants to know, everything she needs to hear, and she disappears into the Northern Lights leaving her savior alone and speechless.Or something like that.
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