NP: WHAT'S IT LIKE TO BE A TONIC?
IA: Like the Butter between Krishna's toes, sweet, blissful, and immortal
NP: WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SONG ON THE ALBUM, SO FAR?
IA: hmmmm... Filler. Like the long walk from Disney World to the 6th Plane it consumes my soul like the brain to the frozen cream-of-spinach.
NP: WHAT'S THIS ALBUM ABOUT, IN YOUR OPINION, AND HOW DOES YOUR DRUMMING HELP TO BRING OUT THE MEANING?
IA: This album asks the eternal question, "Can a cat really be lamenated, and if so, why would the cat continue to sleep between the toes of ignorance and taxidermy?" My drumming is the eternal drone in the last nook in the last corner of the last molding apricot. It is always present and always absent. It is niether up nor down, yet always right and left, and sometimes both East and North.
NP: WHERE DO YOU SEE THE TONICS IN FIVE YEARS?
IA: In one year the Tonics will be in a supermarket. In two years the Tonics will be below the earth. In three years the Tonics will be honey. In four years the Tonics will be playing Halo and Hungry-Hungry Hippos simultaneously. Is it not obvious where the Tonics will be in five years?
NP: AS ROGER TANG ONCE SAID, "WHAT ARE YOU SMOKING AND WHERE CAN I GET SOME?"
IA: As a mysterious Russian remixer once stated, "Very elegant, but I smell a rat. This incoherency makes me wonder. Are u honest or just cynical?" -Translated backwards under magma this reads: "The perfume of electronics fills my lungs. Where can you get some? Why, from the ashes of the Olsen Twins' four eyeballs of course."
NP: THANK YOU, IAN. THAT'S ALL FOR NOW.
IA: Thank you, I must crawl back to my icy tomb. Goodbye Neon Phosphor.
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