Even this
penetrates the dullness of a routine.
The routine gains an architecture. Lines sculpted from the sound.
An accretion and some longing.
For a past? A future?
Present and immediate.
Swedish partner/couple of singer Mariam Wallentin and drummer Andreas Werliin doing a hybrid of spare, percussion and vocal based music. Sort of defies categorization. I like that. I like that it defies category.
Fuck categories.
A Coat of Red Paint In Hell 