POST ROCK
Speak up, I can't understand a word you're saying - oh wait, I guess that's not really a matter of volume. You say very little, and when you do say something, it tends to be convoluted and/or an extended metaphor that we would only understand if we had listened to the those three tracks in reverse order twice on repeat. When we play your albums backwards, they probably contain hidden messages from the Dark Lord himself. Who needs words when you're sound is so compelling though? We're all locked in, with no foreseeable exits - but if we just let go, we'll all realize there's no way out. You're all about feeling the moment and expressing your feelings non-verbally.
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Lock to field screen, row the ocean onto sentient ground.
New rites of a Vedic sun to attend the blue horizon.
Prevails flight resplendent, sails the shrine effulgent windship.
Stillness breathes apex supreme - I walk toward the mountain.
Crowns the sovereic rite to freedom.
Shored the origin forms to a ground accede.
Axiom core of the light shrine flight to shining.
Glows serene to attenuate the space and time.
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