Get Your daily recommended allowance of big beats, spiced with heavy metals. Best taken as a molten enema. The salesman, a phantom videographer, choreographed into existence an apostle, a soothsayer, and a dragon slayer. Rising from ashes, the closet beat junkie begins postulating with eyeless tentacles, ossifying waypoints into weapons… Enter a Gyp-center axe grinder with compassion… Next a suited rock hard matriarch with excessive spatter… Vision mastering becomes exodus, shouldering the burden of truth, tossing shards of broken mirror to step upon, chance to encryption. Fearless rebirth, intravenous death, in coma-stasis, stomachs tighten to cataclysm.