We, the generation who survived the new-age holocaust of the 1980s, the 1990s and the 2000s, deserve to have our private little revolutions with a tacky aftertaste of saccharine, and sicker than ever before.
Army of Lovers pervert one of the the 1960’s most powerful anthems into an amazing hyper-consumerist vision of curious colorful glowing perversions.














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