DOWN TO THE LAST SPLINTER OF MY TOOTHPICK
I FLICK MY TONGUE AGAINST THE DECORATIVE END,
NOT THE BUSINESS END. THE SIDE THAT LOOKS LIKE A BANISTER.
OR IS IT THE SPINDLE CONNECTING THE RAIL TO THE FLOORBOARD?
I LOOKED OVER THE EDGE ANYWAY, AND SPIT THE WOOD ONTO THE RUG, A STORY BELOW. KNOCKED MY KNUCKLES AGAINST THE EDGE OF THE TASTEFULLY STAINED OAK. SWALLOWED THAT LAST BIT OF TEA TREE OIL STUCK IN THE BACK OF MY THROAT. A SINGLE OTHER SOUL HUNG AROUND IN THAT HOUSE. WAS SHE ASLEEP NOW, OR WOULD SHE WAIT TO HEAR MY ENGINE SPIT DOWN THE DRIVE? I FELT THE SILENT JUDGEMENT OF A HALF EMPTY CAN OF DIET COKE AS I WALKED BY. DOING MY BEST TO NAVIGATE IN LOW LIGHT. THOUGH I FOUND MYSELF PLEASANTLY ENCHANTED BY THE ELECTRONIC TIMER TEA LIGHTS. THEIR MANUFACTURED LIGHT. LED HARSH, SEEMED TO MUTE NICELY AGAINST THE SETTLED WALLS. A SHADOW CAUGHT MY EYE, AND THEN IT BRUSHED PAST ME. I LET IT TAKE CORNER FIRST. I’M SO CLOSE TO YOU. I CAN HEAR THE ACID BREAK DOWN THE APPLE SKIN IN YOUR STOMACH. I’M SO CLOSE TO YOU, I CAN TASTE THE TOOTHPASTE ON THE BACK OF YOUR MOLARS, AND I WISH YOU’D CHANGE BRANDS TO SOMETHING A LITTLE NICER.
IS IT JUST ME?
TELEPHONE TELEPHONE
CAN’T PICK UP ’TIL YOU’RE ALONE
CALL ME BACK
CALL ME ME NOW
EVERY SINGLE LINE IS DOWN
RING RING
SING SING
BREATHE BREATHE
SLEEP SLEEP
DON’T KEEP ME WAITING
OR SPEAK OPAQUELY
supported by 5 fans who also own “All Saints' Day 2”
This work pulled me right into its warbling and disturbing world, much as Doldrum's A Knocking... did (same vocalist?). The mentally-unglued vocals, belting out unsettling lyrics, waver through the haze of synths and guitars, while the rhythm section drives forward with grim resolve. Loved as well crafting a specific situation in a specific place: I could feel the dirt on my cut hands as I desperately sought the flowing black liquid throne beneath. pinkytheent
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