Ah... now those guitars/bassline prove you could pull off "Jesus Christ Pose", Sam... admit it.
Great use of what you guys have. Vocals guitars 788's drum pads Rolands reverbs Sonars nuts imagination FX...
The approach here is different this time... repeatedly ream the ears with this until some semblance of the King's English condensates, to connect logic with feeling...
Spasmic salvos. Super wanks. That's just the last 10 seconds!
A flight rising into hell. How these erstwhile unspoken phrases line up in your streams of conscience, Tom, I'll never understand... you'd fail to be honest if you both never understood the talent you both have for CRANKING OUT THIS STUFF SO G** D*** FAST!! Coherent lyrics are the key, and you're the guy at Lowe's with the grinder, and pile of blanks.
Resonation with reality. World is much sugarplum. This song carves the cavities. Brutal honesty expressed thru waveform.
Liberation. A "fuck yeah" shouted at the proud, complacent, and condescending. The disturbing thought that repeats is ... "maybe these
phrases ARE spoken... as Tom shuffles around... mumbling under his breath, preaching to his own mind choir... horrified onlookers wishing he'd quit his job and move far away from them
(oh... well, you DID quit your job
)
So, you jumped in with both feet. Quit your job. And Samicide Airlines has spirited you far away... now, both dance around the fires with the sick grins... you stare back with a smug look and a tightly gripped brewski or six.... and the "f*ck you's", while unspoken, are deafening unto the crowd of comfortable, safe and sound nobodies.
Tom, you have such a gift of being able to string words and phrases into the most complex, melodically interesting, and yet coherent mind-fucks of anyone I can think of. (compliment, I think
)
The soundtrack to your mind, Sam, must be a hellish thing to comprehend... hundreds... thousands of brutal, betimes beautiful, intricate, angry, sad, hopeful souls... melding and disseparating... powering up and down... driving you insane at the inability to hold them each one at a time... all of them repeating over and over at
the same time... without provocation.
If only you could understand them... you might understand yourself. Hopefully nobody will figure
them out before you catch on... this catharsis you do by recording
as many of them as you can to 788 is really incredible for all us
listeners.
This thing proves that pure reality, in song form cannot easily be digested... nor described... after many listens, I feel I've only scratched the surface... which surface softly bled, but then quit.
Great performances all around... great energy... all about the energy... effortless... the honesty of this makes me believe in honesty, which makes me believe that there's a purpose. Right and
wrong. Good and bad. This thing draws the line, and it ain't lyin.
Bringing Sam/Tom together is as much in harmony with honesty and REALITY as anything has ever been. Ruth & Gehrig. Siskel & Ebert. Wayne & Garth. Beavis & Butthead. Butter & jelly. macle & Erland??
I wanna soak up the sun?
I wanna tell everyone to lighten up?
FUCK THAT!!!!!!
C