Filth ’N’ Sleaze
That’s what I play … that and hostility … and bad and wrong … and, occasionally, when I get my hands on the right stuff, all three at once — it’s so cocksure that you hate it for being right that it’s going home with you tonight.
But … Aura’s wistful suspicions re my primal nature aside … I bet you didn’t know just how dirty things can get.
Wanna see?
I warn you … it’s utter filth.
Still here?
On your own head be it then.
Here you go, meat … my new toy:
I warned you.
You can’t say I didn’t warn you.
I said it was filthy.
And I didn’t lie, did I?
That’s just dirty!
Not 13Hz dirty, no … but it goes <ahem> down to 31.5Hz — and as long as it’ll do 33Hz, it’ll be popular with the ladies at any volume, never mind as loud as a … how can I put this? As loud as a jackhammer or power drill (I said it was dirty).
So, there you go … some filth ’n’ sleaze for you (you love it really).
Anyway … if anyone needs me … I’ll be in ̶m̶y̶ ̶b̶u̶n̶k̶ the studio (I’ve got something needs measuring).
