My clock's been blinking for months, time's an invention that doesn't matter when you've got nothing to do. You just faked a smile, in the mirror to remember what it's like. Consumption of grief every night. So if time heals pain how long does that take? Cause it's been years and the pain is still the same. Just point a direction and I'll go, never in the same place. I'll disappear like a ghost, I'm never coming home.
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