i ! look ! in ! side ! the fiery eyeballs of my ene ! my ! seeth ! ing ! with ! slime, appointed authority drip ! ping! all ! o ! ver ! their spine, supine with the weight of their sti ! ink ! ing ! mys ! tique ! gloved claws that scratch at touch-sensitive screens! i can't decide, i am beside my judgement i call help i can't feel my feet my mortality is a fleeting thing - it is fleeting ! they call out between the reeds searching for their supper ! but i'm under cover of fallen leaves and moss just biding time until they clear aside so i can step out... i step outside, my courage lurches like seismic shifts alter mountains, pushing bent mantle into the core of what lies beneath me - shoved in the core i keep sliding lower and spray myself with a sticky adhesive hoping i can adhere the skills that i had grappled to pack ! you were just looking, watching for something, i was depending, y'all have no reason, i was book-ending, ripping and mending, you were hand-wringing, i was inside ! new rhyme and reason, shedding my sequins/sequence, leaving a trail but y'all weren't in season, leaving a trail of slime and silver lining until what binds me sepa ! rates and ! parts ! the ! space ! i wander inside! barely alive ! i am consumed by the fumes ! caustic and fully exhumed ! i am a cartoon of doom ! but something between their eyes starts to shift and quiver ! their eyebrows begin to rise questioning the size ! of ! what ! they'd ! marked ! for ! dinner this time ! and we would like to believe that they're somehow different ! but they're not far from us they just discussed different shit on the , on the bus, the school bus, with all their faces nonplussed ! why so nonplussed ???? i thought i saw them i thought i saw them snacking on the remains of human figures... i thought i saw them i thought i saw them whistling i couldn't ascertain... i thought i saw them i thought i saw them ! the opulence drips on their placemats while deceit wriggles out of their mouths - like worms ! and sticking your hand in a beehive they'll be juicing your mind like a rind ! salt taste ! fake waste ! go back inside !
post/art-punk minimalism at its best. if i could trap this vibe in a bottle and wear it as a scent, it would be fresh, youthful and sexy at the same time with notes of lemongrass, spruce and vetiver. jess carlan
I love the warm, natural sound of the performances: the way the vocals seem to be buried inside of the music, and the drums sound so raw and ambient. This is truly one of my favorite records. The songwriting is particularly inspiring.