In a fetishist funfair on the faraway planet Futura Alpha 067, circa 2506AD, We Share Our Mother's Health will be the perfect haunted house soundtrack. Aliens will enjoy out-of-body experiences as they gaze at their distorted forms in the Hall of Mirrors, gasping at their pert beaks, elongated to appear like frightening carnevale masks from centuries past.
Sibling electromentalists Karin Dreijer Andersson and Olof Dreijer, dead long ago, will have an interplanetary religion devoted to them. Across the Milky Way, humans and their interstellar counterparts will lie down in darkened rooms and listen as the brattish, diseased cries of Karin's vocoded, mutated children declare their creed to the galaxy and Olof's jolly steel drums belie the sinister electronic backdrop.
Mind altering substances will be dispensed with, rather than dispensed, as peoples of every size and shape bend their ketamine-addled minds around hidden meanings bestowed upon them from a church crypt in Earth's country of Sweden five centuries before. And then they will kneel and give thanks to the many faced gods of the multiverse.
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