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Freak Heat Waves – S/T

Review by Andrew Patterson

Reserved is not quite the word. It’s not like these guys need to call in ahead of time to book a table; rather, there is a table that sits empty all night unless they show up. A cosy, unassuming void in the corner of the room that is revered despite it’s quotidian appearance.

Rock is not really the right idea. A rock would shatter it completely. You want to try to get into it with a circular glass cutter. Measure twice, cut once. The more infinitesimal the unit, the more precise the cut, the more appealing the hole will be.

Reason is not to be called into question. Your best interests are in mind. Whether nearing silence or bluntly kicking in the doors of composition, everything is done so as to ensure more than satisfactory conditions. Conditioning is part of the protocol and the protocol has been recorded for posterity’s sake.

Redefinition is not the big idea. Definition is the big foist. Skirting any sense of intention or motivation is best when trying to familiarize oneself.

Don’t get caught redhanded, strike when the iron is hot.

Freak Heat Waves are striking.

Repeat, Freak Heat Waves are striking.