a trillion lines in the sky that intersect
we’re the flies in the mind fear spiderweb
cattle planet nothing here is permanent
there’s a panic seeping through the firmament
experiment on innocent lives
alien parasite growing inside
strange creatures burrow underneath my skin
replace my veins with an outerspace power grid
mental power sparking like a surge
glowing eyes leylines converge
alien unleashing of mind
mutant executioner of humankind
i saw weird worms
come down from the sky
they flow through me
now i cannot die
i saw weird worms
inside my arm
i’m a creature of Grief
and i can’t be harmed
i saw weird worms
we’re not alone
my psychic blade
burns mind and bone
i saw weird worms
i do not sleep
i am the wolf
in the world of sheep
degrading neurons
decaying flesh
no ground to stand on
none left to thresh
fix me now dont fucking abandon me
you put this sentient carnivore brand on me
you changed me then left me stranded here
rotting hulk of the weird worms that landed here
lying dormant for a score of centuries
this grey disc is a global penitentiary
cast aside their work has been done
insidious agents move toward the next sun
derelict this earth is a husk
meaningless home of an infinite dusk
supported by 4 fans who also own “weird worms [Frequency Radiation Brainshock]”
Floor-to-ceiling Boris ragers! It’s like they looked back on songs like Statement and Woman On the Screen and said “let’s do a whole album like that!” Most of these tracks don’t even pass 3 minutes! Zerkalo holds up the middle with some anguished doom.
In the end, *NO* is as strong and declarative as it’s title. Brian Parker
Sweetly melancholy bedroom pop is rarely as actually vulnerable and personal as it is in this Australian artist's hands. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 21, 2018
supported by 4 fans who also own “weird worms [Frequency Radiation Brainshock]”
continuing from FIYH, this is blackpilled as all fuck; written and delivered with the raw candidness and self-mocking bitterness of a high-schoolers journal, and set to beats that are laser-focused to keep my distractable mind topped up on angry dopamine. A tight 21 minutes of weaponised disgust. Tom Colquhoun