There is a steel encasement buried miles beneath the earth; an elevator that drops at the grating sound of manufact leading to the world’s basement. There are old ones who died along the way carving this ditch out of the dirt, limed on the chasm like fractals. There is no way in or out the basement, just the elevator—that or the long sleep; our bodies in deep-freeze.
Tremors; the elevator dropped, carrying more of us from the holding zones. Each one of us now frozen in this hell; dreaming, disappeared and undead. Then, tremors; in a split-second, at the attic, a howling chaos. The rumble of the tempest shook the steel crawling down the shaft waking us from our soft narcosis.
We won’t be locked out.
credits
from Soft Narcosis NG+,
released November 29, 2021
All music by Limbs
Recorded, mixed, and mastered at Kuwago Nights Studio
Terrific, marauding post-punk that will thrill fans of Idles with its pairing of cutting riffs and wry spoken/sung lyrics. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 26, 2022