Lous & the Yakuza sprays the surface of her shiny plexiglass bubble, with an icy fire--scalding assumptions of her as they disintegrate into a polished, pixie dust. She sweeps the arid ashes into the atomsphere as they ascend around her saintly solace, candied croons, and dreamy delicacy--reflecting her extrinsic regality and glowing glitz, on the glamorous, Gore. - JTS