The gristle in the meat you had for lunch is
Swans. The pain of a fractured wrist is
Swans. The elation of a morphine injection is also
Swans. Held together by the grit of
Gira and the quietude of
Jarboe,
Children of God is intense. With dissonant droning guitars and pounding drums, it exudes tension in every turn. It almost feels like it wants you to suffer as you listen. If the apocalypse were to come tomorrow, it would be the soundtrack to the end of days. And yet, it has moments of beauty that I find intoxicating. If you hadn't guessed already, it leaves me confused and conflicted. Not for the faint of heart.
Songs of Note:
Beautiful Child;
Blackmail
5 funeral litanies to love and life out of 5
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