“Your body is not a temple, it’s just food for the pump.”
Ramblings on resonances repugnant, riveting, tranquil, and biting.
A plunge into the inner self.
Dredging up opaque memories from our respective childhoods, God Body Disconnect’s latest work imbued in us a keen sense of introspectiveness and longing.
Elegiac are Emily Highfield’s compositions as she effortlessly floats from warm guitar passages to forlorn bogs of blackened malice. Amidst her transitional wafts, she often caresses listeners with witch-like whispers. And in flashes of ember-tinged light, she glides upward, transcending her auditory structures into feverishly blissful twinkles of awe.