(sidebar: they have a new album which seems stunning based on the teaser track, but I can’t find a version to stream)
Within the undermonk, a brew is stirring, felt by only signals, seen by only mushmen, heard by only ethernuts. I spotted a freak trying to get a message through just last night. Stopped him just in time. You never know what he might have done if his communication would have succeeded. Tried to do it again, most likely. See, in this job, you gotta know the freaks, their wiles, foibles, minimums. In hilarity and in health, the freaks are always there. You exterminate one bunch, another takes its place. Its like tissue regeneration in a way, like when a limb goes and a new one grows back because the organism wants it back. And here I am, facing an equal compulsion to get rid of the freaks, despite they constant, they constant, they always there! In my head, they always there! I close my eyes, I open my eyes, all I see is freaks! Like spots on my existence, piles of angst quaking my moorings, fishing for my soul and hooking into my eyes with their slimy forked vision. Look at me! I will not be freaked out! I will keep my constancy, keep what I have known, at home with my stagnation and spores and what. Ask me my mind, I dare you, you cannot infect me, even though you’re leaving, even though you got nowhere to go, I have no sympathy, you’re not human you’re a freak. Leave me with my things, my constants, my anchors, my knowledge that the morning is the same as the night is the same as the day is the same is the same is the same is the same. My freak, my freak, where did you go? I need you my freak. All of a sudden you gone, and the world don’t seem so safe no more.
Soundbergs 