Live breathing meme, on ’n’ off the screen, rapid mixing streams, sick of how it’s been.
Eloping hope connect, handhold, Twitter, text, begin’s begun, what next?
Reboot and fix up mess. Assemble, age and word, threat met,
undeterred.
Hook up, shrinking world, find a new song and a chord.
Think fast, pushing through, both old and always new.
Light on lies half-true, now occupy and throw a shoe
Shops are leaking feet, grand folk find the street.
Those who can can meet, passion, pass on please.
Anonymous,
in view, first were some, then grew. What can you add? It’s you.
Above these clouds it’s blue.
Call out, rowdy crowd, witness, shout out loud. No chaos of the herd, different’s not a dirty word.
Synchronised, aligned, disparate, entwined. Challenge wilful blind, critics with a waking mind
A spark and flames will grow, fluid finds the flow. The more we do we know, how we tell and show.
Cross all time and date, cross zone and state. Realise, relate, rewrite not emulate.
Matters now to stand, common goal and plan. Maker, message, hand, megaphone and spray can.
Surge on rising thought, first level, fully formed. More same than different born, this road’s a road well worn
This is not my game
Game’s not me
Me’s not game
Not in my name
Not in mine
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
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