oven light keeps flashing
wake up in absence
still coming down in sheets
strobes answer my heartbeat
I still hear orioles
I’m out of it
have they set out on patrol?
snap out of it
sine
screen door gets free
with each slam it asks me
“how far off did your friends go
and are they coming back?”
visions of black waves
the real almanac
step out that morning
in a different world
littered with tree trunks
neighbors aren’t familiar
they speak in advertisements
forget that they were humans
housemates return
just to sell me weapons
Rarely an album title evokes that perfectly what’s inside … on a solidly bass base, mid-tempo post-punk songs progressing like nothing could stop them. Somehow, Berlin atmosphere transpires. JJPOP13