I was an arc in the air that Poincaré could describe
I’ve let my device foreign
Duplicating idle patterns
I was thought to have found a metal tune
Solar snares embrace the quietly
Goldbug variations want to hold the hive
For tonight we dine on fickle things
Of glowing screens and quarantines
I will find a nascent structure to the star
And ignite the strange solarium
With quantum strings of carrion
So I bought the eye of my own atmosphere
And buried deep beneath its streets were analogues of Guinevere
Whose alleyways were suddenly complete
I went to pry the floorboards up
And underneath it drove a stream that contemplated idle dread
So I jumped in
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