The arcade walk in its slanted gain
I am nonplussed by the praise
Of foreign dignitaries trapped beneath the weight
Of trophic levels in the state
Only, only, only
Oh how the hive mines the site
The octopus in your silken glance
I am not used to the gaze
Of forty pieces of oblique, eidetic shit that peek out from beneath the waves
Only, only, only
To reverse the mythic status of the Earth
To amortize the World-Age Colony
To alight the touch of analeptic beasts
Perhapsy’s latest—which is also available on translucent cyan vinyl—draws from shoegaze & dreampop, and tells a wrenching true story. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 1, 2018