Is it just me, or does anyone else think that the three-armed, paunch-battling Calypso Gene probably smells like some unholy combination of patchouli, fried chicken and weed in real life? As a matter of fact, the actual album cover itself has a foul sweat-and-baby-oil-on-leather smell, to be perfectly honest. On the plus side, that’s the kind of bitchin’ ass chair you could slap an “Eames” reference on and get a couple grand for on Ebay.
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