||"From A Distance"
||Somebody has to write the Galaxyvision song for Earth. If I get to pick, it's either Roxette or CHVRCHES.|
||And I'm not telling you how to do your job, Per and Marie, but getting Susanne Sundfør or Tarja or somebody sing with you for this special occasion is an extra gesture of commitment that wouldn't go unnoticed.|
||"I Know You"
||Meanwhile, back on the soil and floors, we are bleary and sad and stubborn and hopeful.|
||"My So Called Life"
||If you write a song called "My So Called Life", I will listen to it at least once to find out if it's actually about the TV show. This slow, spectral, Siouxsie-ish one is, but I would have listened to it again even if it weren't.|
||"This Wheel's on Fire"
||I work at a music company, so obviously I knew that "This Wheel's on Fire" wasn't originally a Siouxsie and the Banshees song.|
||"At the Limit of Fertile Land"
||If you still think Def Leppard when you hear "metal", and wonder how anybody can be serious about it, listen to this.|
||If you survive the Jute Gyte, try this next.|
||"The Lost Battalion"
||But then, for comfort and reassurance, here's some neo-traditional battle-metal.|
||And if you can be comforted by armored hugs, then why not by robots and wires?|
||What is a robot but a puppy with less saliva?|
||The Temper Trap
||"So Much Sky"
||Thick As Thieves (Deluxe Version)
||And what is humanity but the willingness to overlook the undeniable structures,|
||"Are We Alive?"
||This Is Your Life
||and to itemize the ways in which life is the opposite of death,|
||and to bring sputtering lazers to a neon dance fight?|
||We dream of universes given over from entropic physics to emotional systematics.|
||"STONEFIST - BOYS NOIZE x HEALTH x EMPRESS OF :: STONEFIST RMX"
||And we re-extrapolate dancing from first principles and fear.|
||The A.M. Experiment
||Sounds of Suffering
||Or we re-isolate fear out of our fantasias.|
||"Ziad Jarrah Studied Mathematics"
||Media in the Service of Terror
||Sometimes when we reduce fear, we mean "reduce" in the cooking sense.|
||And sometimes we just do it for the vapors.|
||"Did I Stutter?"
||And sometimes we pretend none of this has ever happened, and just start over with our hands.|
||And quietly establish the dimensions of the room.|
||But then you find a Taiwanese pop-punk-metal band singing part of the time in Japanese, and you kind of give up on ever really exactly measuring things.|
||Actual reality is so plainly non-Euclidean.|
||"Image of Control (I)"
||What One Becomes
||Only love can lift us out and over the roiling ichor,|
||"Ein Deutsches Requiem"
||its corrosive tentacles beckon glisteningly, longingly.|
||"Tiputa sun aseet"
||But we are invulnerable in our redolent abstractions,|
||Unlimited Preview 2
||and omniscient in our glittering carapaces.|
||We know all about the end.|
||We know that it is only our attendance at the apocalypse that makes it real,|
||and thus we arrive in glorious, triumphant slow-motion,|
||Foresight - EP
||and kick finality in the teeth.|
||Blood // Sugar // Secs // Traffic
||You have your inexorable laws, and yet you can't even make us tune our guitars if we don't want to.|
||You have the mass-intertia to grind us into basalt,|
||Hammers of Misfortune
||and drive us into the fissures between tectonic convictions,|
||and then twirl the planet,|
||and yet we are stubbornly weightless and methodically elated,|
||and insistently obsessed with these things that have hardly anything to do with thermodynamics,|
||"Bergschrund (feat. Nils Frahm)"
||and with mathematics as a decorative art,|
||Storm The Sky
||and with standing on the edge of the void and pulling infinite selves out of our own bodies.|
||And then we bank off of nothingness like it's just a parkour trick.|
||Aly & Fila
||And then everything is spinning at a clock speed, and somehow we're at the center again.|
||"We Can Be Free"
||The spinning hits a resonant frequency and it's as if it stops.|
||"Verte Amanecer - En Directo en Arenal Sound"
||And into the motionlessness, everybody starts singing at once.|
||We are not trapped in these bodies, you are trapped outside.|
||Elviira & Rake
||You quasars and comets, you cannot hold out your hands.|
||For all your fury, you cannot even taste hate.|
||"Octalam - Original Mix"
||Frequencies Verse 2 EP
||For all your magisterial inevitability, you have no idea what we will do next.|
||"Le Corps des Femmes"
||Le Corps des Femmes +1
||And we have anthems for places you thought you obliterated.|
||"This Song Doesn't Have Any Words but These Ones (And These Ones) [feat. Terabrite]"
||And you vaccuum out our universes and somehow we still make poems out of the particles that elude you.|
||And begin again and again.|