The radio
turns off
at a blink
the summer's gone
the winter's gone
the harp plays
dutifully at the convention
Selectively
dragging our feet across the floor
to look through the window
peep at the clouds
drink our milk
sing our little songs
here in the old house
where the forest lies near
and mystery even closer
than penalties for our petty crimes
We were set ablaze and cast away
The day we forgot all of this
But it poured back to us
Relentlessly
I see a grip of EOD tracks, I buy. Simple. One of my fav Rephlex alumni holistically homegrown sound & sequence wizards. A lush lord, a 24 speed frisky gear spinner, a hoot and a holler and a warm bass ‘n breaks breakfast in bed bewildering tapestry of sprites and wingdings. A melted, hot-tip prod into a padded gymnasium fashioned with chutes, ladders and inter dimensional strobe foam pits. And there’s a doorman along the way to provide the obligatory steamed towel and mints. Subterranean Entrance
The London musician recorded the dreamy psychedelic pop songs on his third album in churches, bedrooms and kitchens. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 15, 2023
This is my second favorite release from eod; track six is my favorite but I love the album as a whole and symbol series excited for more. Eod captures electronic music in a very compositional manner eclectic tones shaking bones Louis D.