There's a graveyard in this building's foundations
I can feel them underneath my bed when I sleep
Every night I dream of chimneysweeps in the walls
Sometimes I hear them knocking
CHEST BEATING LIKE A RAT IN A TIN CAN
CUTICLES CHEWED UP SO BADLY THEY'RE BLEEDING
MEANING THAT AT THIS MOMENT
I AM LITERALLY
LITERALLY
FRAYING AT THE FUCKING ENDS
There's a hellmouth in the flat below mind
Flies have started fucking in the hall by the door
Soon there will be more insects than breathable air
And I'll find legs in my teeth
I HOPE THERE'S A RAFTER IN THIS FLAT THAT CAN SUPPORT 200 POUNDS OF UNCOOKED HOGROAST
I HOPE I SEE MY ENEMIES AGAIN AND SHAKE THEIR HANDS
I HOPE HELL IS AS WARM AS IT HAS BEEN IN MY DREAMS
I HOPE
I HOPE
I HOPE
This is a great adaptation of Arthuriana and a brilliant narrative album. I love how the queerness of the characters is handled as an integral part of the narrative and plot development without it being the end all be all of the characters themselves. my boy Gawain deserved better though maritarvaniti
Smooth, sophisticated pop with neoclassical flourishes from the Berlin-based duo of Fabian Till and Birk Buttcherey. Bandcamp New & Notable May 2, 2024