Both lyrically & sonically reminiscent of early Smashing Pumpkins (only without Billy Corgan’s voice) — Cymbals Eat Guitars manage to channel a number of different but familiar sounds while somehow maintaining their very own.
I love how they get creative with rhythms without falling into “experimental” category and have the guts to tread dangerously close to the “emo” cliff without falling into that dark, sad abyss.
Pretty much anything actually contemporary that sounds like 1991 I’m going to be freak out about.
I can totally see myself cranking this all day and then crashing on the couch for some Twin Peaks.
Oh wait. That’s what I’ve done every day this week…
I even learned something from Lenses Alien – I’d never heard of the Tunguska explosion. Pretty interesting stuff. Subscribe to the Strong Odors playlist on Spotify to listen along with me.
I emerged as if through a narrowed eye
into lashes of white sun from your apartment
and pollen clouds held absent sound
in gutted buildings we pray bridges and causeways
curl fast again like slap bracelets
and the skyline resets to a bare, hushed wilderness
I worship the day of the invisible wave
then a stream of revenants surged outward
like prominences from the sun
1927 an explosion
and at once I was flat on my back
my skateboard rolled on down the hill
the congregating deer stood stock still
in the corridor of manicured lawns
remember you and I would get so high
we’d pass out with our shoes on
first light through leaves
this was back when my smoke would juke
and stutter in the highway crossbreeze