and Psycho-sex in Bongwater is the sixties extracted,
ionized.., turned inside out.
“What if?” the nightmare of the psychedelic sixties is ghosted.
“What if I twisted it in like a knife, until it made you cry, until
it made you lie, would you still love me?”
Lennon’s “I’d rather see you dead little girl” or some of
Jagger’s mid-sixties Misogyne mantras are finally addressed in the nightmare hysteria of the pothead’s strife, i.e..
“What if I threw your carkeys in the lake.” You can hear the
cackling of the bikini-clad Ann Magnuson, and the teary wet-look of the
Twin Suffragettes emerge from a deus ex machina yellin