kishin kishin kishin down from the deepest trenches of darkness, dripping godheads conjoined at the lips celebrate your descent. like a … Not a reference, we promises. Why would you think that? Poetry spun out yarns of smudged glass; a liquid flesh sculpture; hardwood table beat covered in spoons; string bowed, things said, avoiding proper cadence; taut volcano. I consider this whole thing Anti-Brutalist. Feat. table beat, smudged glass, liquid flesh sculpture, English riffs, uniform rhythm, bassline and guitar. Bob your head, lick your lipssss. Oh boy. Feel goooood.
lyrics
sad spectrum kids, dead shot through the eyelids
fuck do we owe you? fuck do we owe you?
melt soul threshers in the ten league dark,
fuck do we owe you? uh? fuck do we owe you?
born again luminescent hybrid symbiotic,
minute talk in Innsmouth and a new worldview aquatic
ruin me Ceyx before somebody else does,
ruin me Alcyone before someone else does.
once upon a time the world ended swiftly,
implosions peppering the seabed, cave in,
a sea cucumber fifty dollars broken rum bottle,
mariner graves in the whirring cirrus stratosphere,
cobblestone breath, iris on the platter, oh
eat me before i congeal.
sad spectrum kids with nothing in the rafters
fuck do we owe you? fuck do we owe you?
you might’ve showed the right coven how to build the ladder,
but fuck do we owe you? huh? fuck do we owe you?
newborn limbs bursting forth from your forehead,
reaching hopelessly for the sun, oh
ruin me Ceyx before somebody else does,
ruin me Alcyone before someone else does.
ruin me Ceyx before somebody else does,
ruin me Alcyone before someone else does.
credits
from Tabernacle,
released September 24, 2016
emerson fd - vocals, lyrics, percussion
amos damroth - guitar, production
elias jarzombek - bass, production
Pretty much exactly what you'd want out of an atmospheric, ambient, and engaging listen in less than 10 minutes. Beautiful sounds and textures. Worth yo time and yo money. Free Lemonade Records