at this point PayPal has become such a de facto repository of active accounts with deadnames that they should rename it to The Necropolis
Another chance to worship at the altar of the beautiful ripples of crushingly resonant air.
The tour 初心, "original intent," was no lie - like with much of their most recent recorded output, this one was back to basics. No extra vocalists or other musicians, no winding, brooding ambient passages to break up the pulverising wall of sonic doom. Just 90 minutes (...or something) of A Sunn O))) Riff. Surrounded and compressed by myriad deafening mathematical forms of drones and lights is where I feel truly home and in my element.
so y'know, I liked dressing up for the occasion
I like cereal dust
we'll ration our estrogen after the collapse.
break into pharmacies and stock up best we can,
this is all we've got
and through the hot flashes
and brittle bones,
the eunuchs will laugh around the fire,
and worship the earth
in her dew and her mud and her leaves,
we'll drink clean and pure of our bodies,
microplastic shreds of synthetic blues and reds
flutter quietly on shattered asphalt
we grow soy beans and sweet potatoes in the hills
and the chickens clear their patch for next year,
and the dykes down the street
come over to play cards
in time, you learn to forget
everything you take for granted,
and speak only the words you create.
and the boys 40 years into their hometown,
play with their guns in the woods,
but here we sing and set up speakers
in the back room, bassy and blown out,
and we find the things our hearts
were trying to tell us about