I was taught the language of the old gods
The last new child of the lost regimes
I boarded up the school myself once I had learned the trade
Of drawing down the curtain at the end of dreams
The future won't belong to any fatherhood of gold
The future's far beyond what they can think
The future will be borderless and red and queer and bold
For I was born to make my kind extinct
End studies
Bone up on end studies
I'm the final fading echo of the final sounding note
Of the symphony that killed the symphony
I will be sealing up the trench where every shipwreck goes to sink
Yes I was born to make my kind extinct
Singing in the language of the first gods
And no one's gonna sing like this again
You'll have bodies made of hummingbird and cassowary
But there's one thing you need before it can begin
Saw Kanga last night in Houston , instantly was entranced by her sound , sucked me into the Kangakult vortex , so glad I got to see her live , should have looked into her sooner as Gary Numan was so supportive of her on the Revolution tour , oh now it’s time to catch up and get further involved Callum Gray
This hammering slab of dark techno comes to wax at last, with its deep grooves and body-wrecking beats as potent as ever. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 3, 2020
Fun, bright post-punk that emulates the bands I grew up with so well that I honestly had to check and make sure the album wasn't a re-release from 1984. So glad this came up in my recommended feed. modestwriggles