Holy holy holy, all the saints adore thee, casting down their crowns around the glassy sea. Holy holy holy, merciful and mighty, God in three persons, blessed trinity. Once long ago, if I were to leave the house in the early evening with the intention of driving toward Los Angeles, I must needs drive directly toward the sun, which was the orange of a very ripe tangerine. Factory-installed AM radio in a manual-transmission Isuzu I-Mark, books and newspapers and random trash filtering and wax-comb-effecting the speakers in the back. Heading west, flipping the dial and finding "It Takes Two" by Rob Base & DJ EZ-Rock, that benign-Jerry-Lewis groove ("You don't like it? So what, I don't care") and the California heat and the stinky painful smoggy air and the super-high treble brightened by that cheap-ass radio. KDAY 1580. Through Him, with Him, in Him, in the unity of the Holy Spirit. In God I know all things are possible. Park someplace a couple of blocks from the spot to save on parking, stroll through streets that look familiar because they are in fact the true saints, which nobody will ever recognize, so that when they're buried and the last of their faithful have passed they will be the deadest and most perfect of saints. There is a new Dr. Octagon album. It has a song called "Ants" on it, and I am trying to tell you what it did to me. All the other songs on the album are also great and very very deep, summer jams stem to stern, but "Ants" is the one that first split my skull so that I had to hold both sides of my head just to keep it together, whereupon I began to testify like a guy with a busted head testifying. Heavy electro groove though this whole record, not ultra-bass electro though on the other hand I ain't got a subwoofer so it could be a good bit deeper than I'm hearing and I'm guessing it is. If you liked the last Prodigy album like I did then I can't see how you won't love this and I mean really love this. If you didn't like the last Prodigy album then swing from my nuts like a monkey on a vine. In the jungle. Baby. Sha-na-na-na-na-na-na-na knees. Knees.
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