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Odličan novi singl kao najava novog albuma. Na prethodnom su se konačno pronašli i mislim da idu rapidno uzlaznom putanjom. Možda nije baš za prog temu ali ovde se pisalo o njima, ima naravno gothic i avangarde uticaja, možda može i zasebna tema da se začne za ove Teksašane, Cammie sve više gostuje i drugim poznatim izvođačima:

 

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This is a snippet from the new 47 minute long Toehider song "I Have Little to No Memory of These Memories", available on CD and vinyl from 03/09/2022.

“I think I’m trapped!” cried the woman, surrounded by newspaper, glass bottles and magazines stacked to the roof. Bird cages. Not one, but TWO big old boats in the front yard. Tarpaulin (not weather-proofed). She does that thing with her hands that she does when she’s in an inconsolable state of panic. As you can see, she has a problem. She thinks she needs it all, and there’s just years worth of stuff piled and blocking each entrance (and exit) of the house, she’s well and truly fucked. She tries to find a phone but all she finds is radios!
People, what we see is a girl in pain. A girl in pain.
A little house on a cul-de-sac filled to the brim with trinkets, with bric-à-brac.
Pop culture memorabilia. Clothing stacks. And not to mention the 14 or 15 cats. Sink filled with plates and teacups and vermin traps.. Frantic, a hat stand falls and trips her over. And though at first it’s all still intact, a towering pile of pamphlets (and other crap) topples and tumbles down and then bam! It smacks the back of her head. Her vision tunes out to black. And all she can hear is the crackling of a fire igniting from a shattered old oil lantern!
Folks, all we see is a girl in pain. A girl in pain.
But to some, in the depths of space, she’s the perfect brain.
The perfect brain.
All dials were turned somehow to 49 at the same damn time on those vintage radios - a transmission flow! A surge of something suddenly starts seeping in through skull and skin. Her mind is flooded out with foreign memories..

 

 

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