The sixth consecutive megacitadel finally lost its power today. Each one displacing thousands on the streets— inhabiting spaces of null capacities. You said, “at night, the necro cops clean up the city of the filth and clangor.”
Enfolded inside my flesh is a seed that keeps oscillating on and on: a subdermal matryoshka. Trappings that can’t be outrun; I’m never safe, I’m ever-seen. If things are ever fair, then I am entitled to meet my tormentor. With this, I’m certain that hell is just a more comforting notion to me.
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