STANDING AT THE TOP OF THE PYRAMID, WAITING IN THE QUEUE TO BE SACRIFICED, YOU ARE CONTEMPLATING YOUR FOODSTUFF VALUE, WHEN YOU HEAR THEM CALL ‘ZERO’ FOR YOUR TURN, YOU HAND OVER YOUR SHOEZONE PUMPS AND DIET TERROR HOOD TO THE GODS AND LOOK AT THE ONE WHOSE JOB IT IS TO END YOU, EYES LOCKED, YOU REALISE YOU LOVE HIM WITH ALL THE LOVE OF A HOSTAGE, HIS EYES LIKE CHLORINE POOLS, THE GODS ONLY WANT TO EAT THE BEST YOU REMIND YOURSELF, AND YOU JUMP.
YOUR END MUSIC STARTS AS AIR BILLOWS UNDER YOU LIKE A FRESH DUVET AND SPARKLES OF LIGHT HIT YOU FROM THE SEA BELOW, MAKING YOU LOOK LIKE A DIAMOND, THIS END IS YOUR DESTINY! BY NOW, PIECES OF YOU ARE FLYING OFF IN DIFFERENT DIRECTIONS IN A PSYCHEDELIC EXPLOSION THAT YOU CAN SOMEHOW VIEW FROM ABOVE, THIS WASN’T HOW IT LOOKED IN APOCALYPTO,
NOW, THERE IS NO SEA, JUST YOUR BODY PARTS FLOATING AROUND AGAINST A BACKDROP OF COLOURS, FADING LIKE AN APPLE SCREEN SAVER. AND WITH THE AFTERTASTE OF CAPRI-SUN IN YOUR MOUTH, YOU REMEMBER THE DREAM YOU ONCE HAD WHERE YOU WERE PROJECTILE BREAST FED IN A PUBLIC SPACE WHILE EVERYONE ELSE WATCHED. THOSE FUCKERS PREPPED YOU LIKE FOIE GRAS, YOU THINK. AND YOU DIE. YOUR END MUSIC STOPS AND PLAYS AGAIN.
Expansive four-track EP from the electronic-leaning solo project of Lee Malcolm, a founding member of experimental band Vessels. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 4, 2024