Over Now

Limited... not good for the soul ultimately, but this track is a cushion for the trembling knees. The second track Em(e)Rg(es) very nicely and turns into something as clear as glass, and as interesting and varied as an oldfield, with a sort of 4AD twist. The sepia artwork kind. Who knows??? I am the lonely one perhaps, but I am loving this track a lot (X)... Something to do with Limited maybe, here the soundscapes travelled are much different. Let's see what happens!

As soon as I presume, there is nobody out there, the aliens turn up and I start Runnin'...

Turns out they were just 'normal' people, but it just didn't seem right. Not ever... the track is definitely more fluid in movement than my running, n'est pas?!? Seems to reach a stage appropriately, where the proverbial runner is having to muscle up for that last exertion to hit the right target. Wish me luck!

SpiderMan reminds me of someone, and strangely enough it's not Spiderman. So, how can I reckon on a reminiscence of a person by who they are least like. Does that not simply over-complicate my millimetre by millimetre combing of cognition? Am I simply analysing myself out of any reasonably balanced existence, simply through trying too hard. Damn that Latin motto! I picked the wrong one! I suppose when you have to admit it, that's all there is to it.

Onto five, with comes alive with a techno-dub feel, either way it is a massive attack, the dust kind of settles and then everyone checks for damage. Nice rhythm...

The emphasis is definitely on low as the outcome of this listening unfolds, Mett Low a plaintive disparity of current existence. A more resolute, different sense of being solitary. And with a lovely twist in it's tale. Having always shied away from shamanism Mett Low Suite leaves me with a curious after-taste, something almost but most definitely not tribal, and somewhat exotic.

Spot on little album, and I don't know about you, but I'm still climbing mountains. Never mind feeling 'exotic'.

Either way, it's over now.

Maybe perhaps, someone may at least think only to themselves, something like that which Panciatici said at the beheading of a Scottish Highland Chieftan, Lord Lovat, somewhere in the late 1750s... "triste spectacle, mais qu'il ne laissant d'être beau"?