Run-On Sentence Reviews: Jlin – Black Origami

This album is synthetic meat that bleeds like the real thing, a drumline of cyborgs cadencing at the robot football game, the iPhone X made from flint and burnt wood, the Neanderthals inventing spaceflight, a tribal dance animated in such high quality so as to become real, what Picasso wishes he could have created in his Primitivist phase, AI becoming sentient but only to make music that represents its mechanistic heartbeat.