"...is a sort of
visual rave, combining fast moving images - both beautiful and disturbing
- trancey tribal music, and special effects."
-Christopher Griffin, Scene Magazine
It's Time For A Touch
Of The Smell Of The Power,
A Peek At The Beyond.
So Sit On Back, Open Your Eyes, Ears And Minds,
Cause Its Time For A Bit O' D' Ol' Crazy
We are poised at the beginning of the third age of humankind, sloughing off the vestiges of our childhood, playing the final lines of our cherished enfant terrible role, arising even now as a gawky teenager, rife with insecurity and passions that are almost beyond control. Rumpus confronts the feelings that we all have as we begin to realize our destiny, to move beyond the nursery to the heavens "above".
I woke up this morning
And knew surely that I would die.
No illusion
Just life
Fragile life
Coursing strongly through my veins.
How to spend it
The limitless want aching to be filled
Kept from everything by this thin shell
For a trillion trillion lifetimes.
Only in death, only in life,
Of the whole whole.
Destiny in the coin
Casually flipped by a hustler's hand
Standing on hot city night
At a street corner.
Look For Three
Cops Hunting For
Jack The Ripper Invented The Sneaker
We Eat Yield
