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The Sulfuric Summer Skies EP

by The Noisettes

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Two 15 minute tracks for your oxygen tent.

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released July 2, 2014

The dust from a thousand chrome cranks choked the streets of a thousand years… a thousand tears… a thousand beers. Knocking back some rye I lit a fat one, then considered the prognostication of my prevarication. This case was getting’ to me I tell ya’. “Lefty” Knuckles was right, the Fat-Man was indeed on the lam and the bullets were flying in Emphysema City like a summer rain at a VFW picnic. I hadda get a handle on that meat locker. Dumb punks, flyin’ in the face of the Installation Generator, clogging up the mega-filtration units with their shenanigans. Wanted to punch every one of them in the face with a pneumo-glove jacked fist! I took another hard, hot belt. The sweat beaded on my noggin’ like a Titanian thermo-generator.

I heard somethin’ at my office door. Faster than the speed of information, I drew my fusion pistol. Then SHE walked in…
Yes, there she was: a fire-engine red dressing hugging tight curves like a hyperbola with hair as black as the Eridanus Supervoid. She didn’t so much walk as glided into my office like a Zamboni before a hockey game. She smelled like lilacs or gardenias, or something, and that smell briefly masked the odor of cheap booze and cigars that is omnificent in my rental. She sat on my desk thrusting her orbs of Jupiter into my perspective. The sweat was pouring out of my face like a moisture reclamation generator on Mars.
“I heard you like to get in trouble detective,” she said in a throat-laden voice like a beautiful, feathered cobra, “I hear that you’re a regular Festival of Failure.”
She threw down a mega-credit card onto my desk then poured herself a stiff one. The cosmic ambient-like music of The Noisettes drizzled into my smoky office, droning through the Omni-Muzak system wired into the entire freakin’ arcology. I took a philosophical-like look outta the window at the sulfuric summer skies. It was a lemon chrome sunset and I felt like a lime.
That music… muzak from beyond… it reminded me of something… the Noisettes… who was this mad genius? He was rumored to be a mutant, wrapped in a cyborg, deep-fried in an enigma. What was the link to this dame and the Fat-man? Why did I make the connection? What did it mean for the future of Emphysema City? Where could I get a good slice of pepperoni? The smell of greasy pizza was in my immediate, but doomed, future for we was to sit in Joe Gamboni’s Star Trooper Pizza Parlor on the Skyway at some later time… but that was indeed later… for now there was only the smell of ozone, sulfur and ecological disaster blowing through the open window, 88 plus 88 stories up… mingling with the scent of lilacs, or gardenias or something… her breath combining with the scent of cheap cigars, rye and blood that permeated the hole in my mug.

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