When you name a song “Iridescent Asteroid Mists” you know what to expect. Something straight out of the Siberian asteroid debris playbook. Synthesizers that glow like moon rocks, drums that boom like a rocket launch, and a veil of confusion and chaos that sounds like extraterrestrial takeover. Ask and ye shall receive. Few do the science-fiction Octavia Butler, conspiracy theories, tecs, macks, and emotions deep as well thing as well Ishmael. This isn’t Butterfly’s highest flight, but no one sounds more at home over dissonance. Best heard in the warm arms of your favorite paranoid schizophrenic while the two of you cuddle up during a 12 Monkeys marathon, while warily eyeying the weather forecast.

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