overall, a stirring examination of mass culture, but not pedestrian--rather, this takes the form of metatextual, antidisciplinary critique. well done. is there a hint of negative dialectics here? lol

indeed: i can grant you no greater compliment, my old friend, than to concede that track five horrfies me in the same manner and for the same reasons as does pound's "in a station at the metro"--but more thoroughly. in this, the apparition of the faces in the crowd is savagely "displaced" and the barbarism of late capitalist society exposed in all its splendour and dread. this is no mere petal on a wet black bough, but indeed, the oscillation of dry and wet lips, disembodied and yet caught all the more swiftly within the reifying motions conspicuous consumption.