"Deep in my dream the great bird whispered queerly
Of the black cone amid the polar waste;
Pushing above the ice-sheet lone and drearly,
By storm-crazed aeons battered and defaced.
Hither no living earth-shapes take their courses,
And only pale auroras and faint suns
Glow on that pitted rock, whose primal sources
Are guessed at dimly by the Elder Ones.
If men should glimpse it, they would merely wonder
What tricky mound of Nature's build they spied;
But the bird told of vaster parts, that under
The mile-deep ice-shroud crouch and brood and bide.
God help the dreamer whose mad visions shew
Those dead eyes set in crystal gulfs below..."
Wow, I just had to buy this. All three tracks are amazing, the sound is so full and encompassing, it just envelopes you. I have it playing in the studio when I'm making - it's the perfect album for that - energizing and inspiring.
PadraigC
You know this russian physicist who got caught with a proton beam piercing through his head? Here is something that mimics musically the overpower radiative sensation in this guy's head when the beam scorched him. Flöwless demo. Such delicious sleazy fuzzgasm. 𝙅𝙤𝙚 𝙎𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙡𝙡