my muscles can't manage a forward moving carcass
Any animation that comes from Him isn't live
A pile of pistons subject to a grapevine of power
Leaving therein masses of a felt velvet touch
May He escape
May He displace this
Still skinning out sins of any liquid fixation
Making residue of thoughts and feeling them rise
Seeing through stratum of gauzy bawden bowls
Having a low crouch back to the sidelines inside.
May He escape
May He displace this
A dark uneasing crossing up and late coming through
It seems there's been a halt falling to the parts dead and oh
Give me just a reason for following Your numb-handed squire
He's had my legs caught in webbed thoughts
And head in tow
May He escape
May He displace this
Sense of betrayal
This bad luck I've had all along
These are some of the most consumate musicians we studied along side in our college days. Since, they've gotten together and put together one of the most intriguingly mellow albums I've ever heard. CatNip Tea
An tempestuous post-rock journey inspired by the existential threat of climate exchange, "Triumph & Disaster" overflows with grace and grit. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 9, 2019