Is it me, or is everyone trying to hit each other with cars? Whether you’re walking or driving, somebody gotta get paid. Insurance about to tax out the percent bracket and we’re all just standing around like it’s random noise. There’s a logic to getting two teeth knocked out in Coney Island. Grip a packet of duty free smokes and find yourself north in a pool hall in flushing, chill. Massage around the corner somewhere mid-town, around Koreatown in a karaoke booth, but you know none of the lyrics. The world is yours. Make something outta the noise. Reject the hood of a car with your hand. Baskin in dagshenma’s glow, and new noise-symphony joint out on cassette via Zona Music(a):