I am a stick in the big brown mud. I dilute my wine with ice, we kiss in bed and I get tired. I cut my hair like I’m a horse but in my heart I am a mouse. I would paint my face everyday into the shape of hesitation. The cards saw fire and they saw earth. If I am death will my rebirth be a sigh, a scream, a sexy dream, the hand, the keeper of the secrets? If I am earthbound the ground will be collected autumn sounds, the breathing out of a wordless year, in again and completely.
From the first deadened cowbell to the last dissonant guitar interval, Dutch quartet Geo's new record is shaped for impact. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 25, 2024