I am ascending beyond Mount Peavine
I climbed through ancient cottonwood groves and fields of dusty sage
I was pierced by the blades of the desert sun
But I passed further to the backstage behind this curtain of light
Here the air turns from dry to wet, and everything drips with endless life
The power lines dotting the ridge at sunset sway in joyful resonance
Oil bursts from the ground in tiered fountains, and I spit in harmony
As the ground swirls in glistening pigments I behold
The impasto spread on the sun’s hidden face
The black square sun over the altar at those funerals
For when life speeds away and it drives
Crashing into this new world in a leopard print ferrari
And it pours its chrome bile into all my hungry orifices
But now the paint is cracking and the canvas is showing
And I run like a comet through white canyons in the inky sky
My blood mixed with linseed coursing ever faster through my body
I floor the gas pedal and peel the solid light away from its divine tapestry
And leave it streaming, tattered, caught on the exhaust pipe
Radiance evaporates with the smog behind me as I reach
Into a more pure brilliance
Torn paper against polished marble
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Habituellement, j'écris mon commentaire dans la foulée une fois que j'ai terminé tel ou tel album mais là... J'ai vraiment besoin de quelques minutes, pour reprendre mes esprits. Parce que Serpent Column a totalement perdu le sien dans Endless Detainment. Cet E.P., c'est un cataclysme de black/death metal cacophonique et hystérique qui tient sur vingt-et-une minutes et qui ne s'arrête jamais — au point de s'achever avec un fade out. Tout tient ensemble grâce à un sens de la technique inhumain ! Jordan Vauvert
A raucous adventure through noise, no wave, off-kilter DIY prog, and the absurdist side of post-punk from Pagan Athletes. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 13, 2023