4.21.2007

Niandra LaDes.

It rides the fence between being genius and being a complete mess. What the fuck is going on? Rhythmically unstable, lyrically complex and cryptic, full of bullshit and epiphanies, while the harmonies disintegrate into white noise and back again. It never can decide what it wants to be, melodic or abrasive, meticulous or unhinged. Everything is on the brink of complete dissolution but it never quite gets there. Sometimes you can recognize the one thing that is keeping it all from implosion, but if you think too hard about what doesn't work, you lose track of what does work. It sounds like it can save the world at the same time it sounds like the apocalypse.




Reminds me of someone I know.

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I feel like this is a blog post inspired by words over 10 characters in length
 
cryptic
 
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