1995 - Australia
Slowcore, Post-Rock, Dream Pop
When you see only five long slowcore songs, you're wondering if this unsteady staircase on the cover will lead you to a dead end or to the wide open sky.
Are you going down ?
Are you going up ?
What more is there to say about slowcore
that hasn't already been said?
Lowercase had everything to be a commonplace, until you start the experience. With Wriding and Gm, you're going down the stairs. That's the feeling. Downwards and downwards and downwards, mesmerizingly moving forward. You can't hear your footsteps, you can't hear your breath, you can't feel your weight, all you feel is this feeling that you need to keep going. You don't know when or how you ended up climbing down those stairs. Maybe you fell asleep. Maybe you're just in the middle of a very sad dream and you're going to wake up very soon.
It's getting dark on The Weight but you're starting to really enjoy it. It's getting dark on The Weight and you wonder whether this enjoyment is a good or bad thing.
Do you start appreciating your situation ?
Falling down?
Do you start appreciating falling down ?
You may want to stop, and go backwards, start climbing up again. But you've been going down for so long now, there's no reason to change anything in this situation, your legs move repeatedly, it's comfortable.
Ambered. Rain dried. Ambered, rain dried, clambered, pain tried. On and on the voice keeps repeating words and guitars keep repeating melodies throwing you to your own doom. Until suddenly. Because there's a suddenly. Until suddenly you see a window downstairs. You see a window and through this window you see the sky.
Wide open. It's heavenly.
The melody of Ambered changed and the magic of life is felt. The magic of this very moment when you start thinking : joy still exists somewhere in me, and this music is calling it. Screaming its name, it's all tender.
You open the window, you're out. And the song is over. Figure Ground. Behind you the window disappeared, you're left alone in the world. This wasn't a dream, this was you. The sadness, and the joy. They belong to you, not to a fantasy.
Our feeling glows.
Squeeze day.
Don't know which way now.
No more stairs,
no more directions,
no more downwards,
no more upwards.
You're free to go.
It's scary.
But you're free.
Are you going down ?
Are you going up ?
What more is there to say about slowcore
that hasn't already been said?
Lowercase had everything to be a commonplace, until you start the experience. With Wriding and Gm, you're going down the stairs. That's the feeling. Downwards and downwards and downwards, mesmerizingly moving forward. You can't hear your footsteps, you can't hear your breath, you can't feel your weight, all you feel is this feeling that you need to keep going. You don't know when or how you ended up climbing down those stairs. Maybe you fell asleep. Maybe you're just in the middle of a very sad dream and you're going to wake up very soon.
It's getting dark on The Weight but you're starting to really enjoy it. It's getting dark on The Weight and you wonder whether this enjoyment is a good or bad thing.
Do you start appreciating your situation ?
Falling down?
Do you start appreciating falling down ?
You may want to stop, and go backwards, start climbing up again. But you've been going down for so long now, there's no reason to change anything in this situation, your legs move repeatedly, it's comfortable.
Ambered. Rain dried. Ambered, rain dried, clambered, pain tried. On and on the voice keeps repeating words and guitars keep repeating melodies throwing you to your own doom. Until suddenly. Because there's a suddenly. Until suddenly you see a window downstairs. You see a window and through this window you see the sky.
Wide open. It's heavenly.
The melody of Ambered changed and the magic of life is felt. The magic of this very moment when you start thinking : joy still exists somewhere in me, and this music is calling it. Screaming its name, it's all tender.
You open the window, you're out. And the song is over. Figure Ground. Behind you the window disappeared, you're left alone in the world. This wasn't a dream, this was you. The sadness, and the joy. They belong to you, not to a fantasy.
Our feeling glows.
Squeeze day.
Don't know which way now.
No more stairs,
no more directions,
no more downwards,
no more upwards.
You're free to go.
It's scary.
But you're free.