Bright-vowel open-mouth forced-smile lusting-doubt backless-dress distress-replies white-sheet on-camera sung-account;
Blinded-prophet scales-in-hand October-birth reveal-demand I must confess it’s no walk in the park to lead and tail the marching band!
To hand is a thin man with points to his teeth,
And he stamps his toothpick heels against the darkening beneath!
In ram-tam trials and old mout whisper-feel backdoor deals under Oxford brogue feet!
If I could only fold my stomach into itself
Lie supine in bed for days until my skin becomes as malleable as putty and all unheavenly physicality departs from me
A big love wouldn’t fit a body like mine:
It must be a little love,
It shies away when the cars honk and hiss,
But adores the bells on the horse-tram.
Eight,
Nine,
Ten.
supported by 9 fans who also own “Under The Earth”
Jungle Boogie absolutely slaps, but the rest of the main tracks (like Airwaves) and bonus tracks (like Solatrus's remix of Old Buggy Now) should not be overlooked. lilithtreasure
Meryll Ampe mutates a host of sound sources to make groaning machine music, coated in hiss and crackling with static. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 13, 2022