"You are the original erotic spaceman. You're so beautiful, and you're hair is almost as big as your heart. You are rolling about on a beach in a lime green swim suit. You are snorting cocaine off your white and black bathroom tiles. There is a marble bust of an indiscriminate Greek philosopher on your mantlepiece, next to the champagne flutes and Bonsai tree. You dream of technicolour horderves. You are fucking a robot. You are so Italo" (Angus Harrison, Vice, 2015)
