I feel the sunlight, synthesize our brains
I find it hard now to control, to keep hold of the road rage
Feeling nothing, the day comes round again
Feeling nothing, me my only friend
I fill my mind with starlight, like electricity
the blue blue sky above me is all that I can see
And we march now to the beat of some strange drum
marching on and on into deeper tedium
rage against this fear, raise against the time,
rage into their ears, raise their crimes
Forget your terror, forget your dreams,
we drift into the tedium, can you hear us scream?
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released June 11, 2019
Lord Beano on the Quasars
Jonathan Sharpe has created an eerie soundscape of fizzing, distorted synths, samples from films and witchcraft rituals to welcome in the dark cycle. Draw near ,it is night in the woods as the hooded celebrants chant the name of the horned one.reminds me of old films like night of the demon or the devil rides out. incantations echo in the background as the music swirls menacingly and transports you away.come now be not shy won't you join the heartwood institute in this celebration? holy_smoke66
A more intimate and stripped-down, though no less dreamy and otherworldly, offering from this pioneering British psych musician. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 31, 2018
A genuine psychedelic classic from Pretty Things/Pink Fairies member Twink gets a worthy reissue with a recently rediscovered mono mix. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 27, 2017