Sarah Swillum - "Banana Pancakes"

"Telemachus sneezed," she said.

Sarah Ashley Swillum was once a goddess among men. She walked around with the Golden Apple by a string and wore a purple robe (nude underneath, golden greek slippers). This all started when, one morning, she saw her girlfriends eating pancakes and had an out-of-body experience. She bit her lip to the sound of an imaginary dog fight, and that was the last she remembers of that morning. Ever since then, she spoke only in trivialities to her peers, and compartmentalized the purple robe persona to her bedroom. She had magical abilities: like spinning a top with no hands, using only the wind of her queef. The archetypes called 'songs' on this collection of 'music' are really each their own lives, the lives of animals or plants somewhere.

But there was no life in Hazel Park, MI. So instead of traveling north or south to find hipsters that are more artsy, she traveled up (relative to the ground) to Nirvana for inspiration. Swillum's return to normalcy and the synthesis of garageband with transcendental illumination collide hard on Banana Pancakes.