[Sometime in the future, five minutes before victory.]
First, we were to till the concrete meadows until our bodies gave out. Next, we will collapse on the ground and we were to be covered in dirt. Then, new bodies with the same face will come to the meadows and pile on until the calcined, spotted flora emerges from the undone.
Giant claws cast a spectre against the derelict. The ill-formed gut out the ogrish maw; his regret is ours to see, looming over cars with no drivers and grey halls of dead malls.
Everyone is everywhere, in the veins of the brutal form, flowing into the network of seas and rivers, and now molecularized as dust in the air. The city is now encircled.
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