Spy Perfume by Skip Heller's Hot Seven
An International double album of latterday exotica. The DJ activates the emotional SuperDrive within the freshly rendered Lounge Cubism. You arrange to meet for the common, eroticizing file sharing. Through the finely cut cocktail glasses the ladies' romantic looks ignite rainbows which burn-in into PDA monitors. As a result men's hearts melt like amorous ice cubes on hot sheets.
Tropical mist, exotic condiment, pacific secrets and extended processor capacity maneuver the banter - a rendezvous of lascivious multitasking. Besides you hear music that suggests a sensual ambience which resembles the sensation to be on a never-ending trip. Meanwhile, "the tarantula crawls out of the terrarium and up the Tiki lantern."