Hair Doll (which is split up in three parts) sounds like the aftermath of a very nausea-inducing amusement park ride; you get out, things are spinning at an alarming rate and for some reason, your heartbeat sounds like a chinese one-stringed instrument pounding away like mad. Everything is out of proportion, faces morph and stretch, you can hear others screaming while on other rides and you've got R2-D2 humping your leg! Things settle down eventually, but at this point, you are so fucking drained and dehydrated from all the vomiting that you have to lie down, hallucinating. Doll Hair (in four parts) is a much quieter (but no less eccentric) number, this one sounds like having thousands of those miniscule light-fairies from the movie Willow piercing through your stomach and feasting on the goo inside. Not very pleasant no, but fear not, the album closes on a very ambient piece which will make you forget all the nasty stuff you've just went through. Amazing!