She’s Hardly Recognizable Now fires off at the mouth today. Grab on.
The new book—Terra—pieces Herself together with Tibetan incantations, sweet intonations, as a M-trip conference devoted to planetary restoration, as New York shouts down to Philly passing off to B-More onto DC—plodding west until the back tire comes loose—reminded: we find ourselves stuck wits’ end in the township of Pasadena, detecting a bad smell. Kept quiet ’til Houston, Terra is a sudden sexily-bold alternative, bright, upright in speech, good-looking, good lookin’ out—rightfully proud.
Soon She shall make Her debut. Timing is just about right.