Dylan Discworld

This all seems like some sort of sweet dream.

The twisted sounds of a circus come forth, ringleader Dylan Discworld flies like a dolphin, rats being his own fetish, and falls like a dead little bird, his doors flung open, a real conscious pretender, don’t be late for supper! Follow the vibrations from your fingertips to the stewardess, don't let those brains of yours get to your head!
All music composed and all lyrics written by Dylan Discworld, each track accurately detailed to match what he hears in his head on a daily basis, curated for you and you alone, our little secret, it’s a wonder each and every one of you still know how to breathe, you blithering idiots. Made with love and care by your own little toy, your Elephant Boy. Elegantly intoxicating, listen responsibly (Don't listen to this record on autopilot. Never do anything on autopilot, for that matter!). We’re so excited to show you what comes next!