TAKE A BATH WHILE WATCHING PAINT DRY

COATEDPOLECAT - WATCHING PAINT DRY

YOU WAKE UP SUDDENLY TO THE SOUND OF THE A VOICE PUNCTUATING ITS' STATEMENT. A STATEMENT YOU DIDN'T QUITE GRASP, LIKE A TRAIN DISAPPEARING INTO A MOUNTAINSIDE TUNNEL. 

IT'S DARK. NO, IT'S PITCH VANTA BLACK, TAPIOCA PEARLS BLACK.

YOU'RE WET.... WELL NOT -WET- BUT, FLOATING. BOBBING. LIKE A FORGOTTEN CARROT IN A BROTH. IT'S ODDLY CALMING, STRANGELY FAMILIAR.

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CAPRICIOUS BACKWARDS PIANOS PIRHOUETTE AROUND THE SOUNDSPHERE OF YOUR MIND, HARD TO TELL IF IT'S INTERNAL OR SOMEWHERE "OUT THERE". IT'S HARD TO EVEN TELL IF YOUR EYES ARE OPEN OR CLOSED ANYMORE, THERE DOESN'T SEEM TO BE MUCH DIFFERENCE. YOUR BODY SEEMS DISINTERESTING.

HORNS BELLOW THROUGH THE MASSIVE LATTICE CONSTRUCT - SONNY ROLLINS AT THE BRIDGE. THERE IS A SENSE OF SPIRITUAL CALM. TIME TO HOLD YOUR BREATH.

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THE BASS IS A CONVIVIAL OCTOPUS ENVELOPING YOU GENTLY IN SOME OF ITS' TENTACLES, ROCKING TO AND FRO AS YOU BUMBLE TOGETHER THROUGH THE DEPTHS OF THIS IMPOSSIBLE WET DREAM. 

JELLYFISH SITARS WIGGLE IN A HEALING FREQUENCY AS ANGEL SONG CARESSES THE DEEP DEEP CURRENT.

[TRACK: PULL THE PLUG 1:11]

THE WATER TRANSMORPHS ACROSS THE SENSES AND IS NOW A CLUSTER OF CHORDS. FOR THE FIRST TIME YOU CAN SEE. KNUCKLES TIGHTLY SQUEEZED AS YOU WHITE WATER RAFT THROUGH QUARTZ CANYONS IN A BATHTUB-TURNED-BOATING VESSEL. THE CAMERA ZOOMS OUT, AND YOU YOURSELF ARE SWIRLING DOWN THE DRAIN OF AN EVEN LARGER CRYSTALLINE BATH TUB. 

IT'S RUB-A-DUB-DUB ALL THE WAY DOWN. A REVERB TO CLEANSE, FILTER SWEEP TO RINSE. THE UNRELENTING SUBTLETY OF THIS GROUP OF WAVS COATEDPOLECAT HAS PUT TOGETHER IS PHENOMENAL. 

YOU OPEN YOUR EYES. OUF, WATER IS COLD. TIME TO GET OUT.

TAKE A BATH WITH "WATCHING PAINT DRY" BY COATEDPOLCAT OUT NOW