People of irrational persuasion and sexual deprivation: I give you Honeysmack. Hard like your left nipple through stretch polyester, sweet like the musky funk between your legs. It hangs thick like electric treacle: it dances through the air like slo-motion cum. Drink this sound we call Acid. Sink into its pool of vibration. Listen and know its frequency - like rock never happened, like lyrics never mattered, like turntables were made of stone. Know the power of knobs, the thrill of dials, the rush of voltage control. Hang DJs. Go offline. Take this elixir of one million fucks and one million bubbles. Take it. Be fat. Be beautiful. Love me now, Honeysmack.