Electricity fuels the deep quivering vibration of pure amped power.
Licorice phenol and barbed wire playtex accelerate the humming of wordless melodies like ba-da-dum-dum-dum.
Hard, sun-dried nylon taps throbbing echoes with a taffy beat. Road weary digits hitchhike mile after mile on the thumb drive ride home.
Underneath a thin shell of darkness is that feeling, a sense of renewal, a kind of explosion of pure flavor.
Feel it, smell it, and taste it.
Kevin Maloney - Detroit
Mixed by David Tennant
Following on from my tribute to the travelling folk of the UK (Show #67),
From July meetup with Pip and Jeff at KLEP.
Started as possible Cage manifesto and ended as open meditation on transitory nature of life on Earth.
Bad Ferrari needle drop gives way to minor techtonic explosions and wavescapes revealing subtle whalebrain nature of anglican monks found shivering at glacial impasse. Possible birth of band RADIO CASSETTE..? - Owen