Firefriend – Yellow Spider

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I would have posted about this last year when it was released, but I was a bit busy with an album or five. I shall now start paying attention to the mailouts that I get from nice people, but there still won’t be any quotable guff coming from me, let me tell you.

I was reminded of this album because Firefriend have a two track thing out now – do we still call those singles? I’m getting older and more confused. ANywho, one of the people who I follow on bandcamp bought it (one of the people who buys about 20 things a week; I mean, c’mon – how do you even do that?) so I came and checked it out and I did something I rarely ever do, I watched the videos for each track, mainly because the lack of sleep I promised myself at the beginning of this 10 day stretch without going to work is having  quite the spaced-out effect on my brain. The songs themselves are very good. The videos had a quite narcotic effect on me too, in their way, and seemed to suit the mood of the music despite their very low budget approach. But that might be the current state of my awareness for you.

In Zaire – Visions of the Age to Come

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Chainsaw in a cavern, itself the size of Enki, is summoned to the prince, because he wants to climb a tree. It’s not to say he’s done it, as achievement doesn’t matter, and its not to claim the summit, as he wants to cut it down. And no-one else will follow, because he is the prince. But the cavern claims possession, on the tree and on the chainsaw, it can hear reverberations, that’s what it listens for. The rhythm of murder is summoned again, it’s greatest hits trotted out from inside, it’s first and last are always the same, the circle is trembling and no-one will notice. He substituted death for a different kind of ending, a muted transformation that to eyes will look the same. Reflected multi-facets keep the maelstrom looking busy, but since it’s only dreaming, the chainsaw can return. And the cavern didn’t notice, it was tuned to a vibration that was selling different waveforms to a different kind of light. Henceforth it tried to end itself and hope the story stabilised but constant repetition turns into new ideas. And new ideas are crazy, they are always asking questions, though the Oracle retired and they just hang in the air. The air, it’s worth repeating, is one more time from fusion, and the further here you take it, the quicker it will come. Be ready for what hits you though it isn’t real and you won’t feel it.