1.13.19 by Ryan Masteller

What runs down the storm drains in Philly has to penetrate the water table, suggesting a mass psychotic break within the city’s population whose balance is only achieved because of the totality of the mass psychotic break. Sometimes the balance shifts – who throws batteries at Santa Claus? (lazy reference); sometimes it evens out (the 2008 World Series). Always Philadelphia is stigmatized.

Hallucinogenic Bulb harnesses the psychosis. What seeps into the water table seeps into the Bulb, the Bulb churns, the Bulb becomes radioactive, the Bulb decays in a glowing terminal half-life. Pulsating with gritty, indigenous fervor, “Pulsating” emanates outward in an unthinking, unmenacing wave of sheer poison atmosphere, its directionless, nonprejudicial molecular makeup breaking down all normal cognitive functions in its path. It doesn’t mean to do this; it’s just there, and we are not adapted to withstand it.

Hallucinogenic Bulb wields “Pulsating” like its own mutated mascot, a rallying cry to embrace the delusion, to normalize this waking southeastern Pennsylvania nightmare. It seeps from the water table to our blood, our hearts, our brains, polluting the whole shebang of our personalities till we’re iceball-chucking weirdos with an affinity for unprovoked hysteria. Are we now part of a growing army of transmuted monsters, our daily existence distorted by psychedelic transmissions?

Want to find out?

Edition of 50 from those PA purveyors of pulverizing power: Orb Tapes.