+ these lines cascading down my neck
reaching out for an embrace
or to devour
saw me swallowing stones in my sleep
+ the ripples are still clear in the sun
like the years counted
on the rings of a tree
like the years counted
on the rings of a tree
like my ears haunted by the words that we speak
telling me
we're not finished
+ my hide's salted
preserved with our legs still touching
we're not finished
yet
to fall into the depths of an ignorant soul
is to come back worse than a man
seething, missing half of a whole
+ now i know it
+ now i'll save
my strength for another untamable wave
Producer couple Local Suicide's debut LP is filled with moody technodisco and contributions from Lena Platanos, Theus Mago, and more. Bandcamp New & Notable May 26, 2022
The terrific debut album from Berlin industrial-pop auteurs Mueran Humanos was out of print until this reissue on the band's own new label. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 22, 2020
Written in a country house in the middle of nowhere, “Suicide Disco” is bleak, driving old-school industrial designed to unsettle. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 2, 2019