ALBUM REVIEW: God Alone – ETC
The voyage of all our lungs.
The voyage of all our lungs.
Oh desert rain, nothing’s here to stay.
Doom and Reform.
Melodic smear, radiostatic blur.
Just playing the few notes you really feel and otherwise not playing anything.
Transfixed upon the imperfections.
Searching for the ideal unity of infinity.
(The long path to) knowing oneself.
Holy man or surmising goat, Push against the scythe as it slits your throat.