With open hands we pray
For the break of day
In filth and dust we lay
I am all you were
Gentle pile of roses, withering inside out
Left upon a headstone, entwined in earth's decay
Yearning for a soul to proclaim
What you were
With open hands we pray
For the break of day
In filth and dust we lay
I am all you were
Hallowed by thy father, dismal temperament
Haunted by the failings, a hope left gone awry
Longing for asylum to save
What you were
With open hands we pray
For the break of day
In filth and dust we lay
I am all you were
Within the cold breathes
Buried in blankets
The moment that we saw the sun decay
[I just want you to choke]
[To lacerate]
[To nullify ]
[My every being]
The title track pulled me into Slow Crush's orbit, but Tremble held me there - alongside Lull from the Hush LP and the whole of Seasurfer's Dive In, it can send me into an altered state of consciousness. The album vibrates with hints and nudges, from Slowdive twangs to a Corgan-esque chord shift, but Slow Crush are their own sound - thick, dark melodic, etherealistic soundscapes with Isa Holliday's vocals both binding the music and rising above it. One of the best bands in years. sentientpoet
Burbling beneath the hazy beauty of the debut solo record from Lush co-founder Emma Anderson is razor-sharp wit and a heart full of rage. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 5, 2023