The sock puppets, the sock puppets. They are dancing in the dark recesses of your brain, taunting you behind screens of plastic plants, rocking back and forth and mimicking the ambient hum of the world around you, lacing noise with subliminal testimonials. They urge you to try the Black Sunshine. They urge you to OD on Supergoo. Put every unkind thing in your body and ride the reeling waves of delusion that warp your mindship.
A dummy non-profit is set up in the astral outfields. They are working on you at every front. Trust the sock puppets. Don't trust the sock puppets. And definitely don't trust yourself. The only thing you can trust is the ride to self-destruction. That trip down the black rainbow into an oily world of swimming confusion. The music is great here, jangly dissonance.