Exists in an alternative reality where the 60s counter-culture, with all its drug use and eastern-influenced exploitation, has warped itself into a shapeless mass. A hallucinatory nightmare made flesh, residing in the thin membrane that separates conscious thought and impulse. The same partition where "peace and love" mantras and the occult stands shoulder-width apart. Absurd and perverse. Pulsating, droning, dissolving, turning into liquid.
Alternatively, it's just a bunch of hippies flailing around after a bad acid trip. Either way, It's perplexing all the same. Whether you love or loath it, The Invasion of Thunderbolt Pagoda will likely leave an impression.
Alternatively, it's just a bunch of hippies flailing around after a bad acid trip. Either way, It's perplexing all the same. Whether you love or loath it, The Invasion of Thunderbolt Pagoda will likely leave an impression.