Welcome all to ๐๐ผ๐ป๐ป๐ผ๐น๐น๐โ๐ ๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐ป๐ฒ๐ฟ, a series of weekly reviews by Charles Connolly - an artist in his own right. Here, Charles delves into the greatest brand new singles brought to you by the best unsigned artists on our electrifying and eclectic set of ๐๐๐ฌ ๐ผ๐ง๐ฉ๐๐จ๐ฉ ๐๐ฅ๐ค๐ฉ๐ก๐๐๐๐ฉ playlists.
๐ผ๐๐ฎ๐จ๐จ - ๐๐๐ง๐๐ช๐ง๐ฎ ๐๐๐๐ง๐๐ง๐ค๐ฅ
Charles journeys down into the abyss. As ya do.
Enough of lighter times and better days. Let us curl up into a tight quaking ball, and roll into the deep.
Past the goading gargoyles, and face to face with snakes,
The journey is forever long, and yet forever wakes.
A corner reached, a corner turned, another lies ahead,
This never-ending story has an end, but it is dead.
I try, I battle, I clamber with my limbs,
Alas, the limbs are torn from sockets, giving way to sin.
A bright white light - the tunnelโs end?
Perhaps be a light that a train might lendโฆ
A cat and a bat and a witchโs broom,
Worse things than these in darkness loom.
Try for a second to close your eyes, and think about the past,
Your memory is wiped away, you canโt recall the last.
The present is no gift you want, and neither did you ask,
But all thatโs left is endless winding, all this toil and all this grinding,
Seek, and there will be no finding: such a thankless task.
The colours though, I thought to say,
Turn blood to blue, in a funny way.
And all the while, the dogs are biting,
Wild and vicious canine fighting:
Not what I would call inviting,
What have I done wrong?
Zombie heaven, human hell, weโve only just begun,
No fatted calf, no carefree laugh, just smoke from the barrel of a gun.
Iโm feeling weak, my mind is blown, my body pushes on,
I start to rise, I realise: Iโm riding on a swan!
My arms and legs come back to papa, the cauldron isnโt pleased,
It boils and bubbles beneath me, with a stench of life diseased.
A scorched and ancient rope of twine is teasing from above,
I leap to let the bird away, I leap as though in love.
I grab the rope, I swing the thing, avoiding all the bones,
Oh boy, how I could have been, Indiana Jones.
Well! That was silly. The point is, I listened to Mercury Teardropโs epic 9-minute opus, Abyss, and I just had to review it. But there was seemingly no way to do so without just pointlessly and laboriously taking you through each section of it. And the thing is, it is so good that the sections intertwine effortlessly: I couldnโt even describe it if I tried. It is incredible. Brad Bauman does it all himself, and has a thrillingly PROPER voice. A born singer. I didnโt want to go on about his influences in Gary Numan and Depeche Mode, because every other reviewer in the world will have pointed this out. So I listened again, and put myself in the abyss. Or rather, this is where it put me, and I wrote whatever came. The silly happy ending though, is my own invention (like the rest of it is realityโฆ?). This song is all the coolest darkness, ONLY. It has the air of being a classic too - in a weird way. A real classic for the afterlife. Epic production, sublime singing, jaw-dropping playing, flawless mixing, constant astonishment. And despite its length, never once does my mind start to wander (with the exception of the content of this โreviewโ, of course). One thing that astounds me about this piece is its subtlety in layering. When itโs banging heads, itโs full-on power, but when itโs soft, there are so many little things going on. Itโs a wonder of a piece of art. I really think Brad should try to get this to the producers of Bond and Bourne. Itโs HEAVY! Not for the faint-heartedโฆ
Apologies to Brad Bauman for a different kind of review. His talents cannot be read. Only heard.
If you donโt like the song, damn you to Hell.
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