(Miserable, miserable that I am. Where am I? Where am I going? Where am I cast away? Who hears my words? Cast away indeed. Dreadful to the sight of the eye. Dreadful to the ear.)
A crimson sexual urge
Whipped into a fury of formless words
Criminal by any other measure
Permitted within this gilded vision
The cooling winds of night wipe clean the stairs of leaves
Leaving only dimpled, worn, chipped stone
A place for us to take a seat
As spine becomes bridge from step to step
Hands above your head
The tempers of lords
drive like dogs through the snow
Sled and sleigh
I said and slayed
(The god of whom we shall speak and whom we shall pray is called Apollo. He represents one aspect of omnipotence. He is the sun god, giver of light and giver of spiritual light. Our tragedy is largely concerned with the contrast of darkness and light. The darkness of blindness and the light of the eyes, the darkness of ignorance, and the lightness of knowledge. The darkness of matter, the lightness of spirit. Imagination. In fact, this place is a stage. Around us are cameras, great lamps, the machinery of making films, but now: imagine…)
What reclines below me now
Purrs and whines
And a narrow eye spies a pair of white boots
Crossing under the street light
Moving in a hurried gait
Whisper suspicions
Bewitched in the splendor
Flaming June
In a prison of glass
(A man becomes a tyrant out of insolence. He climbs and climbs until all people call him great. He sings upon the summit, and god flings him thence.)
(Is there a more miserable man in the world then the man before you now? Is there a man more hated of heaven? No stranger, no citizen may receive him into his house. Not a soul may speak to him. And no mouth but my own mouth has laid this curse upon me. Am I not wretched? May I be swept from this world before I have endured this doom. These things, o king, fill us with terror…)
A ballet for lovers
A v of swans in the sky
A pair of black boots
Once measured, twice tied
A high point in Damian Master's vast and varied output. This has so much if what makes A Pregnant Light great. Crushing, hardcore inspired rhythms, ripping guitar sections, soaring leads, emotional vocals, some really amazing and spacey interludes.
Reminds me variously of Deftones (the spacey parts on "Nebulous Smear" and Moss Icon ("Excruciating Finesse"), but mostly reminds me of a Pregnant Light. William Knight
36 choice cuts - one from each 2015 LP, plus music from new signings on the mighty and 25-years-strong Relapse label. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 4, 2015