Comes with a magazine, a cult membership card, and a hand numbered ticket to the attending experimental theater performance. With La Missions second missive, the cult sings you some more songs about fucking. And revolution. Humanity is a ship we are all sailing. Tough, slowly developing house with weird unintelligible vocals, a Philip Glass-ish short interlude, and then some ridiculously slow and syrupy 100bpm deepness round out this little package. Made with you in mind. Thanks for listening.