A body. Soft flesh draped over bones, enrobing the viscera, and holding back the eruption of fluids, various secretions. Vulnerable materials housing a spring of unlearned lessons from mistakes made not yet made. Run your hands over clean skin, raise the goosepimples. Now spit on it. Rub that in. Clear and dripping, white and foaming, the world’s most ancient lubrication-I’m aroused just thinking about it. Drool, slippery, sliding, tongue-wetting, fuck-helper.
Somehow, we find our way to pleasure. I’m continually excited by the creative paths we take when motivated by arousal. What makes you horny? What doesn’t make you horny?
Have you ever fucked in an uncomfortable place?
Noise will delve into places music won’t. These complex corners can lead you down an idyllic path in your mind or into your most hidden psychosis. Hedonism, fetish, damage, conquest, regret. Dream yourself into a situation that makes you shudder. Act on impulse and find yourself in a form that you don’t recognize. a third fantasy is an amalgamation of shadow situations and draws from many sources. The words and works of Kathy Acker, who also borrowed the imagination/reality of others, not only bring inspiration but are literally used. To bring it to a personal place, himukalt weaves in her own experiences and desires.
Psychologically complicated words and tones. a third fantasy crumbles and sizzles, it whispers in your ear. Bare and harsh soundscapes with decomposed drums. It is dark and exposed. The damaged can do some damage. It’s that place where “right” and “wrong” are fuzzing together and edges are eroding. The listener is seduced and revolted, starkly presented with the paradox of pleasure’s temporary nature.
Drown in the noise and give in to your body.
(Text by Tara Connelly)