You’re in town I got a need to fill
Hardcore, softcore, it’s all we know
You’re all I need it’s something I can see
You’re fine so far you're all I need
But father of time takes another bite
Slow down, there's no sound, and no escape
What’s that sound let’s get another round
Pour more, my lord, you're my escape
Paralyzed in the garden, sends forth a reminder
You’re feeling down, who holds the pieces now
Roll twice, get loud, it’s all we do
Hands made of glass, I broke another match
No catch, have a grasp were half-attached
We were flashes of light, this ain't reality
Blank stares, I don’t fear, lobotomies
I’ve seen all I can, I need another fix
Dilate, to late and so afraid
Paralyzed in the garden, sends forth a reminder
Faces of the farrows; holds to superstition
Paralyzed in the garden, sends forth a reminder
Faces of the farrows; holds to superstition
A neat conceptual album; as a hardcore roleplayer, I appreciate the module and can't really separate module from album; definitely one of the albums that you want to listen to in its entirety, not just dip into. endzeitgeist
The flac version of this sounds great in my truck... not a crunch, clip or boom to be heard. That, in itself, gets this major points.
This is a lovely combination of early Floyd, U2 and a few San Francisco bands from the '60s with a heavy dose of Helmet tossed in. It's definitely best of breed when it comes to modern psych stuff. Even without a Hammond B3, it gets an easy A+... rick-taylor