When the world that I know
loses all but its name
Known distance to another
from a prison frame
A loss incurred
No credits earned but we can cope
When there is nothing to shelve,
nothing to arrange
Seize on ephemera
to silence the brain
Gather it like scattered family
Beg for calmer air
Scavenge through dreams
Recede from care
Message to the tracker:
we know we're home
The dirt was swept out
The path has been burned
Not locked by town
Not bound by blood
Free like a disease,
like the dawn, so come on
Tattooed Love Boys gets all the attention on this record, but for me the real highlights are the two instrumental studies in the middle. Lydia & Crushow with its scratchy bass arpeggio intro and the soft acoustic gentleness of Not For Me, For Them. Beautiful stuff as always. Keep raising the bar y'all. endofanera
Play this album in the loudest system you can find, set to 11 and blow you and your neighbours minds. I find interchanging this with Carcass and early Killing Joke a great antidote for any niceness that creeps into my soul. pablo6580