from the CD Death Control, Kill Shaman Records, 2009Sometimes I “get” organized religion, not very often, but sometimes… the fellowship part anyways. Sometimes I hear a song or a chord progression that contracts my heart and makes the weepy weep flow a little, and I can imagine myself standing in a crowd of thousands, being at the foot of Mt. Fuji or some such mystical place, trembling arms raised to the azure sky in a communal embrace of the unknown, unseen and unbelievable, surely the most conceivable riposte for such a basal emotive response…sounds provoking physiological change…how???...? It’s all Lou Reed & Ariel Pink meets Scary Monsters-era Bowie, with an acoustic Füxa twist---that is, until the points 1:45ish & 3:50ish respectively, when something of a quasi-chorus erupts in tragically descending comportment, seemingly from some leather flat that a mid ‘70s Lennon cocaine nightmare was pealing silhouettes away from shadows in, awash amidst the dreams of Dionysus but tethered to the dusty stale ground; no lie, if those verses don’t leave you a little weak in the knees and/or tear ducts, you have my permission to go in search of the Tin Man’s new & improved heart.
