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Rating:
The needle between the grooves:
Interstellar in the drone, among rings of Saturnine synergy and psychedelia, the shepherd sleeps.
The sheep, guided by the three-headed hound, follow the REM phase, coloring themselves with a gray sky promising red snow.
The bear is dead, its offspring swarm in cement anthills climbing from the ground along the debris of a space program that came first and lost.
Two angels with pitch wings mate in the high void, and drip mad drops upon creation. Fluids of sacred sin mix with gaseous waste
pregnant with poison, they rain upon creation. And they nourish and quench and unite and swell and become power and descend. And they crack, overwhelm, disperse, uproot, and all flows out, in a huge pool of mobile emptiness. The reflection of the night illuminates it.
The quill that illuminates:
It’s a psychedelic, Russian record. Central Russia. Cheboksary, but you know as much as before. A man and a woman play. Beautiful. Deep trip.
The truth:
It’s the first and last time I paraphrase something I write, next time, do it yourselves using your ears. Or just read the bolds.
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