Sonic nose blow! Intricate piecemeal hanky quilts itself snot strong in your ear pocket. Low rage rushin' lush coins in the other ear pocket when the vacuum cleaner catches the edge of the rug (you gotta either bend over and yank it out or cut the power, step on the not stuck part and pull the sweeper off.)
Girl in a punk house blows her hair dry (wants to get outta there) while practice drolls the basement.
The fish, dead when the filter failed, floats in the failing sound.
Now gone digital the T.V. is furniture again. Poor bulky thing.
Dutiful noodling of bored confronting boredom. Dent something, haze yet another. (chill a glass in the freezer (maybe listen, maybe wait on the glass, maybe neither.)
Drifting into tense leisure, keys radiate sublime. Mix's fondled dusty n' pointed at breaking, fondled again towards sweeping up the breakage. A voice cuts menacing, ontologically through expanse of sonic color. Feedback's chopped and lopped and dumped in the stew, seasoned distorted. Grips ice melty. Obdurate oscillations vault like warpage.
It's hard to abscond so hard.
[Nodolby Discogs]
[Buy Nodolby from Eggy Records]
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