Brian Eno is MORE DARK THAN SHARK

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Slash JANUARY 1979 - by William L'Amato

THE CONTORTIONS/TEENAGE JESUS & THE JERKS/MARS/DNA: NO NEW YORK

(yawn)... mmm... what a nice day. The sun is lounging like a golden dumpling in a rich broth of blue soup. Clouds skate along the Pacific sea breeze like powder puffs of the angels. The birdies chirp "greetings" to the blonde little children as they play their carefree games in the perimeters of their lawns. In the Santa Monica Mountains, spread like Sunday comics, I can see cars filled with daddies, commuting to their jobs. My neighbours new tv set is playing Dialing For Dollars. Lucky Market's waiting for the next commercial break. After a hearty breakfast, let's stroll down to the beach. Visit with the neighbours or... wait... there's this disc, black plastic disc... spirals inward, inward... round, round, round... what's that... sound, gritty sand... loud, killing... the birds... singing... the children's playing... sound playing round, angularities... bursts out of speakers, commands... vomit green with leaking red, coloured separation... building, buildings turn cold... hot hot love, I can't leave...

Hell, wait for night times... the buildings turn hot... bars and clubs, bars and clubs...sax agonies, contortions in sliding alleyways... trash strikes, bottles and cans... walls post no bills... padlocked closets... mars boys & girls... horn sounds, the cars race past... they yelling, we confront... be-bop be-bop... so, what's a little time... no sky above... machine growls, parents/machines... locked out, locked in... memories, pains... escape streets and electric brains... sizzle, shock shock shock shock... god, I had no idea ...