Kathy Diamond: Voice of My Respective Generation

I am from the future and I am the king of Funky Psyche. I party like a Robotic Lord sucking waste from your bowel. Kathy Diamond is the man, right? Nothing wrong with a little Disco revival, is there? But her music is so much more than just a flawed creation that exists so naturally on the planet according to the teachings one can ultimately glean from Biomimicry. I take a chariot to work in the morning, I bump skulls with gods on my coffee breaks, all the while, my respective generational voice Kathy Diamond creates the grooves that make the whole world cum ostrich feathers. Dig into her myspace and you will get the point I am trying to make a little more clearly: A Generational Voice.

Damn, girl! Damn! How did you get so good? You making daddy sweat ancient assault weapons on a Thursday morning! A funky Disco future; a Soul house! Just think of the colors. The new generation is here and we are utterly centric and focused on how the body functions. This is more than lifestyle, it is manifesto. This is more than manifesto, this is religion. A religion based upon and around the musical stylings of Kathy Diamond and her tasty voice.

Buy this shit or I will go mad with fear and engrossed in delightful night terrors: A generational purchase.