Lynks-Abomination
a force of the unnatural, a pop-star fed through a nutribullet, a human bag of speed, the fourth horseman of the queer apocalypse - lynks is here.there is nothing quite like lynks. an unpasteurized shot of electro-punk chaos compressed into the shape of a human man, wrapped up in a gimp mask, creating tiny queer utopias wherever they goes. and what utopias they are; sub-blowing, criminally danceable beats, anthemically witty lyrics about the darkest corners of modern life, and pure, unapologetic, camp excess colliding in a fog of sweat and confetti.
a force of the unnatural, a pop-star fed through a nutribullet, a human bag of speed, the fourth horseman of the queer apocalypse - lynks is here.there is nothing quite like lynks. an unpasteurized shot of electro-punk chaos compressed into the shape of a human man, wrapped up in a gimp mask, creating tiny queer utopias wherever they goes. and what utopias they are; sub-blowing, criminally danceable beats, anthemically witty lyrics about the darkest corners of modern life, and pure, unapologetic, camp excess colliding in a fog of sweat and confetti.
a force of the unnatural, a pop-star fed through a nutribullet, a human bag of speed, the fourth horseman of the queer apocalypse - lynks is here.there is nothing quite like lynks. an unpasteurized shot of electro-punk chaos compressed into the shape of a human man, wrapped up in a gimp mask, creating tiny queer utopias wherever they goes. and what utopias they are; sub-blowing, criminally danceable beats, anthemically witty lyrics about the darkest corners of modern life, and pure, unapologetic, camp excess colliding in a fog of sweat and confetti.