A raincoat is drifting apart on the ocean of your mind. The rain is crying, shifting sands. It’s midnight and your eyes are closed. Colours are floating around. Solitude. The painting above your coffin is telling you a fairy tale. Candlelight is dancing on the blank canvas of your room.
There is a record. Your mind expands. You find yourself in a world you’ve never seen before.
You’re listening to The Plastic Raincoat Sound.

The World According To The Plastic Raincoat Sound

Imaginary Visions

(Fairytale of) Kaleidoscope Kid

Interstellar Elephant

Maybe In A Different Reality

Jungle Mouth, An Instant Picture

The Moon

Bisou

Her Skin Is Covered In Blue Spirals

Self Love Sally

Intro (Magic Flowers)