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What can really be said about this prodigal artist except what I’m about to say? The answer : other stuff.
Leviticus Appleton is a humongous gaping black hole in the heart of music today (today), inspiring even the sweetest cupcake to dream of anus while never staring down the barrel without his monocle.
Wielding an absolutely breathtakingly divine, well-crafted and gorgeously shiny sword of talent, Leviticus literally kills people.. but even more amazing than his being an actual murderer is the consistent excusal from any repercussions granted to him by his fans. You might say he sneaks little bits of an unidentifiable and highly addictive “audio narcotic” into his gushy, sensuous tunes, causing listeners to drop what they’re doing and explore their bodies.
Sex.
You could also say that Leviticus Appleton is merely a method actor; constantly changing his sound and persona with apparently no regard for maintaining a familiar or marketable image; even going so far as to deny his own existence at any time before 6 minutes ago. Alongside his erratic behavior and bouts of complete mental retardation, Leviticus tends to be obsessive and can lose touch with his surroundings, going into “trances” in which he might coddle inanimate objects or speak incessantly of the summer he spent hiding from his surrogate family in a rattlesnake den somewhere in southern Arizona.
One can only assume that his foul, Foul life of homeless meandering and soul torture contributes to the basket case magic of his music. But the truth is: Leviticus Appleton didn’t exist until 6 minutes ago.
