From my bed of leaves
I am a wretched pilgrim
baring the mark no one can see
Waiting for sleep,
I see chapters from my youth
The Old Lampmaker said only the half moon reveals
Where the Liquid Light brings me back
A tangled web of roots and water
Were her words that ran cold and deep
And yet I can't shake the flame
Of her lamp oil eyes
A long centipede is making its way up my arm
As the smell of leaves brings me back
What a coincidence
I've seen one every day since I left
But The Magnet inside beckons me to come home
From my bed of leaves
I am a blessed pilgrim baring the mark
No one can see
Something miraculous
I've seen one every day since I left
But The Magnet inside beckons me to come home
This might be the least folky of the Wobbler releases and I wasn't sure about it at all.
After a few listens however I'm loving the inventiveness and the endless melodies, all driven along by Kristian Hultgren's wonderful percussive bass. PartTimeZombie
Throwing mathcore, emo, and ambient into the mix, Estonia's Kaschalot push progressive rock's multitasking approach to its limits. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 10, 2021