Some guy (?) with a rather large set laid down some heavy suggestions that I might in fact be a secret hipster. Or maybe he was saying that it's not so secret since he was able to sleuth it out. Tis neither here nor there. People, think of me as you will. Most tend to see me as a massive asshole. This assertion is probably correct 96% percent of the time so I'm not going to argue that. Then again, there was another incident that someone unknown to me asked if I was sad (why do people keep doing this?) so maybe I seem more like some weepy sap. But back to that main point. I know when I post albums like this, it lends credence to the charge of hipsterism. But fuck that. It's good and if that's how I'm going to be seen then I'll just wave my whatever those stupid middle-east looking scarves dudes wear now at you and dry my tears with pages from the latest McSweeny's (do people still read that?). I guess if people really need to know, I'm probably a bit old and definitely too much of a loser to be classed as hip or a hipster. Hope that helps.
The Machine – Faceshift (2018)
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