Premiere: Barbara Nicole, ST..N – XTC

It tasted bitter, not like he’d imagined. It burnt his tongue, a strange sickly taste, man-made for sure.

This was supposed to be ethereal, a dream like state, yet the chalky aftertaste lingered long in the memory for all who’d danced with the devil. Was this fun?

Soon the room became cloudy, the colours became brighter and everything became loud and dense. It swallowed him up whole, leaving nothing behind.

Was this ecstasy or something more?