Alice is a self critical epic. As somber as the fog, intoxicating as jasmine. A near fable of fear, sexuality, war, religion, technology, peace, philosophy, hedonism, sociology, evolution, and ecclesiasticism. Like a whisper on a vinyl record from1952. Alice is open with dilated pupils. Flushed with passion, under soft lit words. A dance hall in the jungle, interrupted by the thunderous disease of the contemporary man. Alice is no religion, but may be seen as one. Alice is no person, no god. Alice is an idea, a feeling, covered in pink lace. Alice is a message, a hidden commentary of modern day, bathed in fantasy, abounding in ecstasy, feeling colors. Feminine in nature, torrid fantastic emotion, unique and tangible. A stinging kiss on a crisp November night.
Meatbodies return ascending towards ground level bringing us ALICE. A “heavy-pop” concept, metal on molly. Chad Ubovich, Patrick Nolan, and Kevin Boog step out in new form, souring through diverse stories, tones, and characters. Dancing between quiet and loud, funk and doom. pop and noise. Their messages preached celestial and deafening, a sacred scripture for today’s world. A warbling rhodes piano, a liquifying electric guitar, a ghostly synthesizer skating across the sands of a 12 stringed acoustic. Meatbodies dig deep into the rich soils of earth to reveal the chaotic sensual vibrations underneath the fields we walk upon. Connecting our limbs, our mouths, our consciousness to the microcosms of the grime, all while being lit by black light. Captured wriggling and alive in San Francisco by Ubovich and Eric Bauer at The Bauer Mansion. ALICE is a step in the right direction, a new direction, a new way of thinking.
Watching the futures, watching the world burn.
ALICE MAKES YOU BLEED AND ALICE LICKS THE TONGUES ALICE IS THE KEY TO MAKE THE MAD-BOYS RUN.