We sadomasochistic like using our rapist as our therapist so socially we never amount to shit till we’re touched by the physchedellic, transcendent of our circumstances we end up in strange places. Strange wishes to the unseen, whispers to darkness on our knees contemplating our Gods’ beliefs like; is this what i wish to believe even when others believe in me “am i the only God they see?” or are they polygamists polytheistic to every human being? Idols, gods, golden calves, holy grails, idol gods, idle gods and ideal gods, god is he, god is she, Buddha under a tree focusing his chi, god is he, god is she, Newton and gravity. E=MC2, Einstein we create frankenstein monsters of each other and its only natural that our God become the very thing we hate because it’s what we shaped, hatred. Merciless and unforgiving omnipotence embodied in bodies that walk around we, so i pity our history for a recurring factor; no one recognizes our destiny and so the majority floats aimlessly through a space time continuum interlocked with doom and these parallel lives we lead, distorted personalities, twisted into a yarn ball that will unravel as a feline’s play thing until the end where time will end, time will be of no meaning and God will outlive eternity and the gods we created shall die at our feet.
Poet Douglas Kearney and composer/producer/drummer Val Jeanty link up for a a compelling LP that feels like the written word come to life. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 30, 2021