I'm talking about glitter, the rustling of beards, the blinking of masks, the shimmering of tassels on flying trout with bright red spots, the bouncing of Mercedes stars in the ring bling. Are you meditating? - Bullshit, says Mot- I'm breathing. If you've seen three girls on a scooter blasting through the sticks today....- Bart Á ladies with a dog's head and a human body ***
GLAM BOOM plays at La Beau of the late industrial Rococco
GLAM BOOM is not written, it takes place.
GLAM BOOM marries political poetry and Westwoodian post-punk aesthetics