In the name of all any man holds holy it begins, hysterically claiming idols, relics, souvenirs, and suchlike time-locked savagery. A high keening sweeps upward and over, and long lean notes start to float. We hear an orbit decay, gravity weakening, wobbling, as fuzz washes over the wreckage, our own spin never ceasing.
3m. Graduation time engenders a frenzied outpouring of talent repressed, ideas spewing sloppily all over the place. A firehose of unbridled melody escapes, and slithers into a mysterious forest of tiny high tunes.
6m. Ghost baby returns, with a tinkling message. Urgency rules the tense and crowded space. A swing-time mechanism begins to spit and snort, taking over everything. A fiery curtain begins a slow but inescapable descent.
9m. It seems to swim, and mechanisms maintain a mindless refrain as everything goes under a simple series of notes that never hurries, and ever changes. Lightning flutters cross the sky. High rings of ancient beings sing silver choruses.
12m. The frog pond, filled with mechanical reproductions, pops up, and an editor, irritated and mean, begins swinging a shining scythe through the endless messes engendered by mechanical worlds. A cooling breeze pops up, followed by a few skittering glam-dolls. Left alone to chat, they begin a escalating chorus of slut-shaming catcalls amongst themselves, laughing and cackling at the fun.
15m. Higher powers remonstrate in chorus after chorus of celestial criticism, going higher, lingering in a dream, and cheeping sleepily behind the swoops.
lyrics
In the name of all any man holds holy it begins, hysterically claiming idols, relics, souvenirs, and suchlike time-locked savagery. A high keening sweeps upward and over, and long lean notes start to float. We hear an orbit decay, gravity weakening, wobbling, as fuzz washes over the wreckage, our own spin never ceasing.
3m. Graduation time engenders a frenzied outpouring of talent repressed, ideas spewing sloppily all over the place. A firehose of unbridled melody escapes, and slithers into a mysterious forest of tiny high tunes.
6m. Ghost baby returns, with a tinkling message. Urgency rules the tense and crowded space. A swing-time mechanism begins to spit and snort, taking over everything. A fiery curtain begins a slow but inescapable descent.
9m. It seems to swim, and mechanisms maintain a mindless refrain as everything goes under a simple series of notes that never hurries, and ever changes. Lightning flutters cross the sky. High rings of ancient beings sing silver choruses.
12m. The frog pond, filled with mechanical reproductions, pops up, and an editor, irritated and mean, begins swinging a shining scythe through the endless messes engendered by mechanical worlds. A cooling breeze pops up, followed by a few skittering glam-dolls. Left alone to chat, they begin a escalating chorus of slut-shaming catcalls amongst themselves, laughing and cackling at the fun.
15m. Higher powers remonstrate in chorus after chorus of celestial criticism, going higher, lingering in a dream, and cheeping sleepily behind the swoops.
One of the finest rock albums from our town, mordant wit, crunchy guitars, driving beats, punk depth and - yes - Junior College Philosophy. The Change Music Variety Show
Inspired by Rio de Janeiro’s iconic Carnival Parades comes this epic synth symphony from Brazilian artist Fordmastiff. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 3, 2022