you are reading a review for the album "Fhilo - Destructive Restoration" for the www.creativecommons.ca web page; you are now listening to the album; you are slowly becoming the album as you listen to it; you are an adroid traversing alternate dimensions; you are a voice that is much too slow to understand; you are Kurt Cobain's voice sampled in a way that likely voids a Creative Commons license (but maybe not); you are voices turned into percussion instruments; you are the child of an 80's video game and a distorted guitar wail; you are playing in the grounds of a serene but slightly disturbing clown; you are being rared into a muddled state of purgatory; you realize that this vibration never really goes very far, like molecules in Brownian motion; you are giving into the electrode resonance, and as you do, you get along much better; you are on a race in a pixelated convertible; you are raising your score as a soundtrack for the cruise; you are on a journey without skids or crashes, but as you cross the finish line, it all goes blank; you are in a den in the old south, with growling chants of incoherence drowning your mind; your ears echo with the cries of enslavement; you are cutting pain with a reeling chainsaw buzz; you are left; you are feeling wounded and healed at the same time; you are breaking to build; you are reading this review from jamendo.com and wondering why it is worded in such a way; you are in on the play because you have visited www.creativecommons.ca; you are finished reading this review;