What do you do, when you’ve barely slept a wink, and even after injecting a couple of pints of coffee, you’re still a wreck?
Why of course, you make NEON SPIES.
Considering the circumstances, under the tune in question was produced, I’d call it a masterpiece.
A masterpiece in persistence that is. Maybe not music.
And maybe not a masterpiece. Maybe a solid musical thing.
(Editor’s note: This blog was written based on notes of something that happened a few months ago)