If the reaching arm could only sprout feathers,
her eyes entombed by the burning nothing,
your rosehearted, faceless truth
and your mouth, the begged-for hanging sword -
she would cast herself in your image.
If the reaching arm could only hold
a lantern to this avenue of sighs.
Veil inviolate, fluttering above the trench,
veil gaseous, in dancer's loving tongue.
If the reaching arm could only sit patient
waiting for the flesh of memory to rot and decay,
waiting for the train to leave the station
in a billowing transmuted cloud,
waiting for the stars to fall,
waiting.
If the reaching arm could only fray
the looming shadow of the sun
that heaven rotates
upon her tender hip.
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I haven’t been very interested in Liturgy, despite acknowledging the talent involved in the band. 93696 stands on its own as a once in a lifetime album. Very few bands can reach these heights of ambition and make it work. If for nothing else, then listen to it for the astounding drums. Wish I’d listened when it was released. Metallurgical Fire
The Indonesian act Kekal leaves no genre unturned, colliding black metal with industrial music with melodic post-rock on this stunning LP. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 25, 2023