Artist | Coldcut |
Song | Pan Opticon |
Director | Neil Goodwin |
Intro | No |
Outro | No |
Sound Mix | Stereo |
Technical Specifications | colour - format unknown |
Oh yes! Lets go to that new place, with a name a bit like that place, where the famous get so out of their face, they die of fatal cocktails all chemically mace, we'll be rubbing shoulders with the stars inna outer space. There'll be seven foot women there, five o'clock shadow rammed into ladies under- wear and the animals go in two by two, into the circus, into the zoo, into the loo. And hog boars snuffle with curly pig tails, guest list cysts leaving trails like snails, there'll be the pierced, the piercing screaming ... |