Puratoire - Johnny Pulp and the Lemonheads
Five years ago there was a sense of the .mp3
The Ilium Fragment (translated by Simon.mp3
The Ilium Fragment (translated by Simon (1).mp3
The Ilium Fragment (translated by Simon (2).mp3
The Ilium Fragment (translated by Simon (3).mp3
“That self-sufficient, unconnected, sove.mp3
“That self-sufficient, unconnected, sove (1).mp3
With you and on more than one occasion c.mp3
With you and on more than one occasion c (1).mp3
Boyd Tomkin’s complaint about the two tr.mp3
Boyd Tomkin’s complaint about the two tr (1).mp3
Sleeve Notes
It was a speck crossing the cornea, a vast scope in a tiny cluster of mysteries that descended all at once into all of the human race, so they all saw it at once, first there, in themselves and then somehow over there, and over there, wildly again and again, corpuscles of something that everyone recognised as being about themselves, as if it came from way inside them, or from Pluto, some mysterious vast distance shooting down a white elevator all frosty, clear, windy, piling up like feathery plants and muffling distances, immense, conveying and feeding the strangest, scariest luxury in its humdrum, miraculous setting, its motive unknown but surely ulterior and entwined. It allowed no opposing greatness, was a kamikaze vision, billing voices in the inner ear, a permanently forsaken persistence and exemplary knowledge that showed the heinous truth of the battalions of each and every one of these avid souls. It worked as a one-way ticket.