Kyuss
Blues For The Red Sun

THE REVIEW

I am motionless, the days pass without memories, the head hurts thinking, it does not act. One clashes with reality. Rage. But never so true. Never so heavy. Green Machine. The frustration resurfaces. I feel different sparks in my soul, they are igniting. Or at least they're trying. Do you feel the driving force of the wind pulling you towards it? A hurricane vibrates around, ready to overwhelm you with all its power. Are you ready? Because if you're not ready, you risk taking yourself out with your own hands. As it has done with others. Why don't you scream? 50 million years trip. You're inside. The power of the hurricane is unparalleled. The vortex consumes you, gnaws at your epidermis but only on the surface. Inside you. Everything is being reborn. A hope. The psychedelic tail brings you back to dry land. Let it bring you back to mid-air. Don't fall again, the precipice quickly swallows you.

Don't look down. Don't turn back. The hoarse blues arpeggio, Thong Song. Don't get distracted. Let go of everything. Listen. Do you feel like God? Why don't you scream it to the world? Being on the smoky blanket of a swamp that no one inhabits. This is being God. Apothecaries Weight. You've lost your way, you didn't want to but there's always someone who does the dirty work to ruin you. Wants to ruin you. You took the bait. YOU had hopes. And now you feel the rising Rage. Freedom Run. The anger damn it, forever your companion. You don't remember When You Were Born. You have lived in a shroud artfully concocted by someone else you don't know. Your state. Wild and Feral. You still have time to reclaim it. Acid Delirium. You have tears in your eyes, rage doesn't allow you to breathe. Mondo Generator. Die and Resurrect. Piss on this world, let yourself be seized by remorse, seize the moment. Jump to the other side of the barricade. Blues For The Red Sun, Damn. No Mother don't wake me. Leave me here, dying on the shore. Let my remains be swallowed by the sand. Blues For The Red Sun. Debris. My body does not exist. Only my soul survives. It frees itself. It revels. Blues For The Red Sun. Infinite solitude. It advances, it Expands. Blues For The Red Sun: no man's land.