Today a man has raised his hand and asked a question to the jury, only to recieve the swelling of the seasons and the contradicting metaphors that roll around his head. This disappearing act in place is a subtle as the snow. I'm on this path alone, yeah, this place is mine, not home. The judge will strike his fist and arrive upon the verdict. Yeah, please hold your questions til the end. We've done this wrong, it's too far gone we can't turn back now. Help me scream the nonsense I've been fed for the pas couple of days and I'll whisper truth into your ear only for you to hear. I have seen the God awful things this place can do to someone. This isn't a comeback, cause I've been here for years. I've been here for years.
Recorded at home, Six Organs of Admittance's 21st album upholds Ben Chasny's reputation for experimental psych-folk excellence. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 25, 2024