I can see it now, a silhouette appears
from the darkness. Teeth the colour of nicotine, grasping a smoking dog
end , are exposed within a half grin half sneer. The yellowing white
hair of the mail order college doctor peers over the rusty chrome of the
surgical lance. Primed to free you of the undisciplined growth on your
brain.
“No anaesthetic needed
Nurse”,said the doc, between deep sniffs of his chloroform impregnated handkerchief,”I doubt he’ll feel a thing”.
Then,
swilling the appliance around a dirty toilet bowl for sterilisation,
he made the incision through the eye and entered the infected organ.
Now
we wake up screaming; it was all a classic Doctor Anxiety dream, and
the soundtrack was provided by Minoy’s 1985 C-60 “Doctor in a Dark
Room”. The logical conclusion of this dream is you end up locked in a
permanent vegetative state and are sexually abused by the ward orderly
every night.” In hospital no-one hears you scream”! Side one is the
noise of a meat factory, with skull drilling trepanning sounds, and
mechanical bone saws splintering femurs for unnecessary amputations.
Side
2, “Babel”, is the sound of a mind after an incompetent brain procedure
gone wrong. Like a cheap radio tuned into every station at once. Maybe
because it is the sound of multi-layered recordings of short wave radio
transmissions, mixed together into a thick steamy electronic broth that’s very bad for your health.
or
2 comments:
YAY! After a week of silence, more... oh no Minoy! ah well...
Theres a lot more where this came from Veronika!
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