Here’s a heap of songs you need to hear.
Ramblings on resonances repugnant, riveting, tranquil, and biting.
This is a fearful record for sure, but it is a fear that cannot ebb away simply because you are not in control of it. In other words, paranoia.
Commands from beyond.
An enrapturing sojourn through polluted skies.
“Where once you stood
Climbs vapor to the stars
Where did you go?”
“Oh, come with old Khayyám, and leave the Wise
To talk; one thing is certain, that Life flies;
One thing is certain, and the Rest is Lies;
The Flower that once has blown for ever dies.”
“Strange is the night where black stars rise,
And strange moons circle through the skies
But stranger still is
Regress to a polyp.
A new solo podcast endeavor. Succinct reviews of releases from a breadth of disparate genres.
A cold yet bewitching adventure. Do not expect to come out of it unscathed.