Shifting and writhing melodic dissonance shattering conventions and genres, blistering rhythms convulsing within the infinite void of the ever-expansive Materium, environmental and social vibrations both vile and beautiful, sprectral wailings twisted and contorted into unexpected shapes and potentials, psychonautical journeying expressive of the alchemical union of craft and chance, here and now dissolved and distilled to an elixir of pure possibility where they are both lost and found falling into being.
Bless me Father, for I have sinned. I love the beautiful sounds of this album but I don’t have a favorite song. I have a favorite title, it’s called “I Am An Idol, But You Can Call Me The Pope”.. p.s- The Pope Smokes Dope! Dionysus Virus