Somewhere between memory and escape
There is a tiny island
We swim out to reach it
My legs flail helplessly
But I don’t think for a second
We arrive at the shoreline
The wind picks up
The sand lashes at my shins like a thousand tiny knives
I’m thrown upwards
My arms have been replaced with wings
I feel the hollowness of my bones
I fly back over the mainland and wave goodbye
Further and further away
I am with the stars now
And when it is time
I will explode
But I am pulled back to earth by the weight of routine
I hear sirens in the distance
I move between my bed and my chair
I stare at a screen
Hideous concoction of atoms
supported by 92 fans who also own “Divine Laughter”
The album description mentions an “emotional apex.” That’s really the difference between Stare and the band’s previous albums. Ulcerate was always supremely technically proficient. I just didn’t care all that much. Their growth has come from making music you will feel. Metallurgical Fire