Ian Kemper’s review published on Letterboxd:
Look. At one time or another, we've all dove a little too deep into the electric velvet world of Marc Bolan. Maybe donned a well worn, Crowley signature top hat, and lived the words of Cosmic Dancer till they swirled about our mind in the foggy dusk of consciousness. Tied our paisley ascot around our neck, knoting and tucking it just right into our off white polyester vest while swaying to, and whispering the words of Monolith;
"...and dressed, as you are girl,
in your fashions of fate
Girl, it's too late,
oh yeah, oh yeah...".
We've been there, staring into the mirror, staring in to our eyes, looking into our selves, seeing inside us, feeling within, knowing we're not alone, understanding we've just begun, trying to do as we're told, accepting what we'll do, loving that it's for you, doing what foretold.
"If God were to appear in my room,
obviously I would be in awe,
but I don't think I would be humble.
I might cry, but I think he would dig me like crazy."
And we've all felt that warm electricity of slipping on our studded Saturday special denim. It's cut just right, it feels right, and it completes us. Everything's all alright.
"Well it's all right,
love is what she wants,
flying saucer take me away,
give me your daughter"
It hurts to cut Crimson Queen short, but as you lifted the needle you knew you had work to do. His work to do. Our work to do.
We're not alone anymore.
There's others that are tired of being alone too.
No one wants to be alone.
We'll bring them company.
"Strange, life is strange,
life is strange,
Oh life is strange."
We've all been there, right?
Right??