Pathways are burning bright, a reflection in my vision - blind and buried in the light, insulated by a need to know. Sometimes the wind blows whispers, blithely, sometimes the rivers beg for blood. Seems though the path’s forever winding, under a moon that laughs when I fall… First light, second sight. Under the drifts and yards of sand lie the forms of a dust so sparse and thin; full as the vessel pulled in morning, tall as the grubs up on the hill. Tilled and tucked, like an angry breath; compost cures beneath my soles. Somewhere the dead are dancing, diving, somewhere the ferry sojourns for his toll. Tilled high, an amber sky. Beyond iron nations, beyond the walls of cement and steel; beyond the races and beyond language, there’s a dream – we’re searching still. So break the ramparts, unchain our fears; such shackles can dissolve. Beneath our bones are ancient stones, like dormant missiles waiting for the fall. The last night; the rare decline. They’ll be watching the days, that endless view; such a frivolous display of love lost, under falling fruit… that roll beneath the waves! And the bough that breaks, such a bitterness displays the altered edge; and the simple lives that we’ve barely ever led. It’s such a long way down, it’s such a long way down… It’s such a long way, a long way down.
Across their second full-length, the London post-punks offer up thrumming motoriks, industrial tones, and sullen sing-a-longs in abundance. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 17, 2024
Its exquisite sense of order parallels that of a physical theory. Science is the organization of our knowledge in such a way as to command more of nature's hidden potential. Likewise do these notes command our coldbeats in step with our heartbeats. The Human Remains