Leaping from the decaying violence of Stravinsky's Rite of Spring to the melancholy lace-sewn harmonies of Why?'s new record Eskimo Snow, I'm looking for something that burns my nerves through touch. I'm looking for something so inherent to my nature that I can wrap my yo-yo moods up between them like a cats cradle of dangerous bile and sugary sweetness. I want emotions stretched to breaking point so that when they spring back, they've contorted into unrecognisable feelings. I want my moods stroked then plunged into hitherto unknown states - I want to feel angry, sad, scared and joyous all in delicious ambiguity. I want to find relaxation in discordance and discomfort in perfect harmony. I want lyrics to shear my head of uncomplex thoughts and indulge my love of language, wordplay and intonation.
I don't think this is too much to ask either.
About Me
- Brad
- I get angry about stuff and happy about other things. Music mainly. Expect as many tongue-in-cheek diatribes as real ones, yeah?
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