"A meditation on loss" this duo calls it, yeah yeah add it to the pile. But they've done it in such a stark, dark, striking and engulfing way. Drone+diction guarantee a difficult-n-disturbing glimpse into one side of a tolling breakup, which under the recital of spoken word commandant Roger Robinson transfixes and paints a creepy+cogent picture. Insecure about being minus a plus-one in his late thirties and steadily sinking into a solitary abyss, he occupies the atmosphere supremely yet allows plenty of room for it too, every syllable ice cold and accounted for, inflections subtle but mighty, expertly at calculatingly going nuts without blowing his top. And for what is essentially an obsessed stalker, he never reaches pernicious; tho sharp signs point to the likelihood of on-the-cusp -- "not angry / just empty", he does push-ups in restroom stalls and watches cooking shows in the dark, screams her name in the wilderness til he's hoarse, craves raw meat and hates water, spies from a distance and wonders who she's been fucking. For the finale, he enjoys pad thai and coffees with her fellow exes while they all share gripes, split the tip, and admit they still miss her. Definitive Mantras: "gone", "alone", "disappeared". Before The Breakup: "The only time we parted was to go to the toilet / We consumed each other / We became feral, we lost weight, we turned pale / We fucked like wild animals / We stole leather jackets and jewelry / We were bored, we were beyond bored". Release Date: Valentine's Day 2019.
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