Alex Yamakazi - Monday, 26 May, 2003 - Print Version
Deep Confusion, bewilderment, nausea, fear, loathing and a personal crisis of my inner self.
After watching that I don't even know if I can dress myself anymore. Bright colors, lots of bright colors. Strange songs in strange tongues. The odd feeling of not quite knowing if something is cool or not. Songs that still use the word gay to mean happy. Odd sets reminiscent of Star Trek.
Confusing hosts. Swirling video floors. Deeply odd camera angles. Everything looking strangely like something we have here and yet not quite. Bewildering and traumatic. Erodes one's psychic defences.
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