Hair grey
Uprooted
Burnt
Light clubbed with a shovel
Blacks in abbey ruins
Sing about sun
They lie about stars
About tone length
They lie about duration
of sorrow, of colours
They lie about posture
They lie about blissful dark
Sweetly they kneel, like boys
At a communion service
A cockerel in the spring
With his head cut off
The flute in the sink
Lets out old songs
Long insolent tones
Amid hair stretched in filth
Washed by a Viking
Spanked with a birch whisk
In a landscape devoid of trees
Full of cars and smokestacks
And money only
supported by 8 fans who also own “The Flute in the Sink”
This was truly a revelation. I was getting started with funeral doom, working on something with my headphones on... Then came Déluge... my jaw actually dropped, I stopped what I was doing and, wide-eyed, just listened to the track, baffled and amazed. After the album was over (I never do this), I went to lay down with my headphones to enjoy it over again.
I rarely heard (and felt) this much power and emotion in an album. Until I find something better, this is my landmark for peak funeral doom. fluo
Oakland, CA quartet LYCUS return with a new album on Relapse Records. Heavy, epic, mournful, and replete with art by Paolo Girardi. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 5, 2016