Was she dreaming, or was she the Dream?
She was a cat caught in cattle when spiraling moon beams
Waltzed on top her naked dome.
She fought the black hole, and the black hole won.
Goodbye, my love. I see you’ve gone home
My soul mimicked my lover’s collapse.
My mind was a system of severed synapse
I swallowed moons, grew largely morose,
Ate the date before its metamorphosis.
I’m alone with Alone and Alone is alone
With the root of an oak budding out of my I.
Grim motor-psycho music that goes from growling Steppenwolf jams to delightfully strange jazz/krautrock diversions. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 24, 2020
The six songs on this record combine the brass-heavy sounds of jazz and afrobeat with pulsing dance beats to intoxicating effect. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 25, 2020