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Obsolescence
A hopeless daunt under falls of trickling anguish, and an imminent sense of unforgiving destruction are what the melodic phrasing is telling me. But somehow by the end it resolves, and everything is ok - but I’m still left with a disturbing sense that the resolution was a facade.
Existing As a Silent Film
This track features a competition between two narratives. One is personable, charming, and open to its own vulnerabilities - but the other seems to be what had escaped from obsolescence. And while the main character seems to be the charming one, they appear to be always overshadowed and upstaged by the trickling anguish that never really was resolved in Obsolescence, but instead appears to have escaped into a silent indie film where it could pretend to life a mainstream life.
Nailed Down:
Confusion, drugs, Charlie Brown. I don’t know. But eventually space - or mindspace, phaser set to slow. Some muffled words of reassurance lead me safely out of this maze.
Ataxia:
Creeping anxiety is overcome by a thoughtful dissociative fugue. Near the end, the melody is determined to teach us something, but leaves quickly before questions can be answered.
Happy Madman:
A careful neural dance elaborately rationalizes each point of its thesis, demonstrating the method to the madness. At the pinnacle of the speech, cloaked in fire, arms raised, breathing acid, the climax is achieved and the conclusion is stated plainly given the new context. Then there is nothing.
Last Daze
Here the story takes lyrical form and the same sombre darkness reflected in the melodic expressions are now carried by tongue, reinforcing the essence of bereft loneliness that saturates the air molecules around me.
Paradox Nights
A meandering break from the constant struggle. The mind is fragmented, each lobe depicting it’s own interpretation of their shared history.
Brink
Tortured compulsion, somewhat anxiety inducing
If We Could Levitate
A modest proposition, a request made alongside stories of future abundance and freely roaming. But, as one might suspect having seen the tone of this album so far, the distortions crackle about those promises of abundance and carefully masked scarcity is all that remains. There is a determination that rises from this manufactured desperation, but it too is crushed.
Savior Signals
A tranquil form of beat poetry lingers in the air, drenched in wind. Washed away by a creeping blight that runs like a steam engine, leaving modulating wakes in digital waves. The waves synchronize, and decouple; a beacon.
Fixated
Ivory rain drops. A syncopated shower. Small, controlled explosions move in motions, up and down. A delicate dance balances two voices, one overbearing and consistent, another struggling to maintain structure as it bubbles diffusively away from its liquid prison.
Rising Time
A chapel in the wood calls the masses to rise an attend. Once all are seated, the sermon begins, in poignant phrasing. The cloak casts his line, demonstrating the state of things in the world, especially the suffering. He proposes a cause to the suffering, and thus a solution. And the masses say Amen and return home, obeying his words.
When Our Winter Ends
10… 9… 8… You are coming to your senses now. Your fingers are tingling, then your arms… 7.. 6.. 5… your chest your head, your legs your feet … 4… 3…. 2… your tour guide comes into focus… 1… you are reacquainted with the natural world and its significance in the context of your experience is highlighted before you are left in the cold.