DOLLS daintily trots down the tightrope between intentionally and accidentally fucking awesome. The electro sweat this lady swats off of her pale skin is disgustingly addicting, lending itself to a general environment rather than a situational specificity.
DOLLS somehow paints the underworld red to match her lipstick shade in the WORLD PREMIERE of her new drop, "Pedestal". And while I'm guilty of tucking my erection for her single drops these past few years, the fact that I can't exactly focus on her exact focus is part of my attraction to her creations.
JOIN ME IN USING "Pedestal" AS THE BROROMETER WITH WHICH WE THERMBROMETER OUR BRORECTAL TEMPERATURE, AND THEN WHEN THAT DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE, JUST RUB YOUR FRONT AND THIRST FOR ENTRY FROM THE REAR.
DOLLS is oddly enough the personification of exactly how I would exhibit myself, if I knew no one else was watching, and that feather boas were indeed masculine in 2014. OR WAIT, DO I REALLY CARE ABOUT AN ASSUMED LEVEL OF MASCULINITY IF I'M ALREADY SINTOXICATED AND TWIRLING?
Oh eat shit. Let us stalk DOLLS and BUY THIS SINGLE!