Mindy, can we go to cities where we search for soda, all day long, and you save the bottle? Mindy, can we live in a small flat? The English people call it that. We are so funny, now. Anyhow, we're in love, so, please, hold onto me, MIndy. Mindy, you are so strong. What's wrong with me that I can't stay in a bad mood when you bite my arm? Mindy, you are so wild and so free. We will be laughing in the rain when we are oldies, now. Anyhow, we're in love, so, please, hold onto me, Mindy (Each room I enter with you is a cave to explore. I lay down on the porch and look up at your warm breath, blowing through the clouds. Floorboards creak in the same key as your voice. You are part of the house. Your sigh is the hiss in the stereo. You are a fridge magnet. You are boiling in a pot in the kitchen. You drip down my body in the shower. You glow in the sparkle lights that line the mirror on the dresser. Turn off the switch. Forever sleeping in me will always be you.).
Third Class recommends this release, by juche, a great act, out of Cincinnati, Ohio, with a very experimental take on soundscapes, beats, and concepts. Third Class' Jack Boyle is an active member. Third Class