Cory hanson the unborn capitalist from limbo rar

Every surface threatens with the promise of an untold depth every depth threatens to collapse into a surface. By turns naked, leering, playful, and evasive, they present a mute, parading statuary - doughy figures waltzing in doomed configurations through bleeding watercolor backdrops across terrains of tangled information. Hanson's lyrics here are his best to date. Life calls for music, for lyric, and if you can somehow handle them without needing to possess them, they echo back again as life, vital in its total excess. You wake up each day and let the pets out to sniff around and stalk insects back and forth across the fenced-in yard.ДЄccordingly, records like this accumulate. You turn the topsoil of an ordinary childhood pocked by its needling wounds, you compost it with the dead leavings of your meals, you try to make new space for the promise of seedlings. It marks a domestic rhythm traded for a touring circuit, for these shrinking obsessions and all their shadowy company. It marks the disintegration of a long and dear coupling. The Unborn Capitalist is a secret that didn't need to be kept - conceived of and executed while a droughted Southern California autumn became a droughted winter, became a droughted spring, rolled on toward a broiling summer. Modest pools of rainwater punctuating the young volcanic expanse, marbled with fuel slicks. It's a small and simple thing, just longer than a half hour of recorded music. An organized understanding - pristine, therefore human - passes through a body on its wild, transmuting way from abstraction to matter careening through a minefield of physical laws. Your refutations were beside themselves in the midst of a plan for things arrayed in light. Not a honeybee drowning in the pink berry smoothie you brewed to wake up by.Д«ut the images were plain.

Not a scene of two brothers wrestling in the backseat of the car. The next moment you knew you weren't holding a hunk of ornate driftwood. One moment you knew you weren't holding the ghost of an infant horse kicked dead in a desperate moment by its own mother. Tender chiding and all manner of suggestion wouldn't give pause to the restless flicker. The beam of a projector sliced toward you down the center aisle and struck the bag of dry rice in your arms with an image of a factory fire. You tried to hold it, to tend and cradle the damn thing like a child. It came on as a panic, a car wreck, shivering and sudden liquefaction. The Unborn Capitalist From Limbo was recorded during May of 2016 in various locations across Los Angeles County, and features string arrangements by Heather Lockie. is pleased to announce the solo debut full-length from Wand's Cory Hanson.

Cory hanson the unborn capitalist from limbo rar