Grief is a craft I've perfected at last
I burn
Bow down and learn
Into the mold I've been sculpted and cast
Now sternly cry and yearn
Discipline my wistful skin
It's militant the grief I'm in so
Grief is the plan guiding all that I am
I bruised
I paid my dues
More of a process than I am a man
Infused it's what I choose
No machine can mourn like me
No program can perform like me
A master of the art I see
Through eyes that never dry
I grieve in measured symphonies
The once and future infancies
Unhatched, but still in sympathy
I know the day they'll die
Drop and give me ninety-nine tears
Don't slow down your factory gears
I don't know but I been told
We need some discipline here
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