MELAN COLY CAFE

I rose up one maypole morning
and saw in my glass
how nobody loves me but you
Ugh Ugh






"Charity Wasted Land" for worshippers of Mrs Highlight. Here the Holy Trinity spells the sentence: I, me and myself. Time wrapped animals inhale vapors of holy semen and get instantly blinded by white flashes of orgasm. Here the law of spider queen is obeyed: after fucking all males die.

Beauty is served in silence, but sex in noise. Lemurian cancan-girls and Cuban Shaking Babtists. Late nights´ best bit is for sure Fluxus gegen Luxus. Them play yes-yes-music, with lot of laughter and hiphoplike dancewalking, fasten-your-seat-belts-please agitation and old Gnostic rhyming.

MCC is a must for Original Rebels, Extremists, Rebel Peasants, Levellers, Diggers, Ranters, Libertines and Grasshopper Gypsies.