Florid-flail, it's the top-down alpha-male, offload at the unknown Gloat a status - type, type, type, type. Darkest nightmare of the Soul, dressed up in shit-stir glow, empty holes crave a caved in Grave to satisfy that bite. Sucked in, the stuck-in-test, all sticky Sickly, it’s a mess. A who's-who of views to prove to name the Claim of here ‘Whats’ right’! Angle arrogance, taking aim, first to Call and first to blame, first the truth that two wrongs make the Shaming game alright
Hunt and bludge the concept Common. A Failing Human satisfies The angry pundit’s feed. Intent on crash and burn, without
Reflection, do not learn, there's nothing like a crisis to nourish the Cynic’s spleen. Contract condition, call an internet fucked
Physician. Pick a position, post shit boosts and witty memes of Wisdom. Wonky logic without ration, casting cruel and cool
Reaction. Practice violence, gaslight parlance, fantasize a bad Boy’s dream
What point is ever proven, call down higher evolution
Conclusion! You’re still stuck here with us
Predictions, there are plenty, or fantastical delusions,
Still the endless void traps you! Stuck here with us!
What swims in shallow water, the alienation you harbor
Resist the coming closer. But you’re stuck here with us
Fortified, you florid abuser, the louder the truer
From pinnacle to sewer, oh well you're still stuck here
Spare me the ear-bending predictions
Spare me the apoplectic visions
Spare me the misanthropic
Tin-hat neurotic, flat-earth logic
Shattered facts, mendacious crap
Free vent without connecting
Spacious south Pacific Eno-esque night time music. Gentle and homely(as long as home is late, dark, fire-warmed & with whiskey in hand) skirted Records
supported by 4 fans who also own “Catastrophic Engine”
Where do songs come from?
This just happened one day at home with the catalyst of Kaye's sweet vocals and strummed acoustic along with Hamish noodling on a bass recorder in the adjoining room while I felt my way with my bass guitar and recording the moment in our home "studio". Hamish added drums and Kaye an iPad Beebot keyboard. Then Alec added his wonderful guitars.
Mix the ingredients together and bake the cake. Consume. Paul Kean
Across their second full-length, the London post-punks offer up thrumming motoriks, industrial tones, and sullen sing-a-longs in abundance. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 17, 2024