okay so. avant-garde black metal. no no come back. it's more like jazz, it's countertop-grease jazz. it's jazz shat out after too much oily coffee. no that's a good thing. come on, we're just about to start the libations to sacred clowns
I see avant-garde and I get a little bit excited, despite the connotations of pretentiousness. here is something promising to think outside the box, to crush the box, to grind the box down and snort a line of box. maybe being a little pretentious is good actually. sometimes you need to decide to buy in.
one foot misses the curb, splashes down in the shallow gutter water. shit. these guys, they are having an excellent and wretched time. meandering rhythms, buildings stretching up into the sky forever, blocking out the grey daylight. fuck man, this is so fucking depressing. yeah, pretty much. incredible to be able to hear the room someone is howling in. through the door, condensation and smears. dead people in the haze - I think they're laughing at me. it is dry and sardonic laughter. the room to breath would feel so good if there weren't so many people smoking in here. still be coming here tomorrow forever. I like the smashed chairs everywhere and the sparse decoration. I don't know if this is jazz but it's giving me jazz. Diner Coffee. it's burnt.
still working out what I want to do here. I got tired of the structure of reviewing/recommending music the last time I tried that. the more free-form trying to capture the impression of the music feels more interesting, we'll see how that goes.
if this record does it for you, worth checking out Imperial Triumphant's Alphaville. those guys, haha they really fucking hate new york city, it's great
