Un homme léger aux bras en mousse
Éponge éponge toutes les peines
Éponge les larmes, éponge le sang
Éponge la merde
Un homme léger gonflé de peines
Gonflé de larmes gonflé de sang
Gonflé de merde, devient très lourd
S'écrase au sol pour le lécher
Cet homme chargé qui veut tout rendre
Se jette alors sur un lésé
Le presse contre son cœur qui mousse
L'imbibe de toutes ses peines
Toutes ses larmes
Toute sa merde
Il est rincé
Dessèche au soleil
Sa cervelle est toute trouée
Vidé de tout il est cassant
Vidé de tout il est usé
Laisse sa place en s'effritant
A light man with spongelike arms
Mops and mops up all pains
Mops up tears, mops up blood
Mops the shit up
A light man swollen with pains
Swollen by tears swollen by blood
Swollen by shit,
Is getting heavy
Crumbles to the ground to lick it
This loaded man that wants to give everything back
Throws himself on a wounded man
Presses him against his sponged up heart
Absorbs all of his pains
All of his tears
All of his shit
He is rinsed
Dried in the sunlight
His brain all punctured
Emptied of everything he is brittle
Emptied of everything he is worn out
Leaves his place crumbling
Swirling guitars, furious drums, vocals that at the same time howl from infinite distance and are right up in your head; everything put into dissonant form with the help of unconventional songwriting. This album is my personal key to the icelanding black metal madness that I've ignored for way too long! Lukas Kaufmann
Is it wicked not to care? Frances Chang's layered, strange experimental pop recalls Lisa Germano in its pursuit of meaning in a sad world. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 2, 2022
Old Table’s classic EP gets an “11½ Year Anniversary” vinyl reissue, and its lo-fi charm is as warm & winning as ever. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 16, 2020