Faces rushing by,
The smiles and the frowns are constantly manipulating,
Affecting me because at present time
My right hemisphere is domineering
Losing relative connection to the world
At least the one in which I’m seeing
Feeling as though I’m disintegrating
Becoming a dark matter being,
Nowhere, now here, behind your ear,
(this next bit was improv and may not be transcribed properly)
(Now, new, Newt Gingrich
Everything, all the thoughts, all my things
Chasing my place in the mud draining
Out of luck, out of luck, out of luck, out of luck,
Just for playing when cons ran in from
Loosing up for change to how a bull-dyke owns
Leading the faces and helping myself into disgrace
Into the faces of places people don’t respect me
Don’t listen to what I’m thinking
Is that what you’re ever meaning?
I’ll rip this up! I’ll rip this up! I’ll rip this up!!!)
The Melbourne trio, comprising members of the Drones, Dirty Three, and the Necks, explore the space between free jazz and experimental rock. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 1, 2021
The gorgeous new dreampop LP from Persica 3 is split into two halves, the first swirling and shoegazey, the latter quieter and moodier. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 7, 2022