I'm sitting in LAX, biting internet off something or someone, listening to the Daft Punk soundtrack from the film. Art inspires art, that's all I can think of as I'm listening to this murderously bizarre and charging album. It's exceptional. It's inspiring. Haunting. And something like this...I don't believe it could occur without a source to be reckoned with, and that makes me happy, and anticipatory...and I like that.
