My new musical passion: Deafheaven. Picture a black metal band whose members are into British alternative/indie rock, or vice-versa: an alternative/indie rock band (melodic as it can be), whose members are fond of The Smiths, that experiments with black metal. Not a usual combination, as headbangers usually hate The Smiths, and vice-versa. Their songs are at least 6 minutes long, up to 10 minutes; not radio-oriented songs. I love the fact that they are such lengthy tracks: everything sounds so distant, as in the open sea, nothing visible in the horizon, as though there were long, long distances to be travelled (which sounds pretty “shoegazer” to me). Perfectly melodic, guttural singing. Dense soundwalls (guitars). Deafheaven brilliantly combines two strains of music that I adore, and which are usually mutually excluding by their respective fans. My favorite track so far: “Worthless Animal” (from the Ordinary Corrupt Human Love album)
With all life profane
The ladles cradling
Streams of buttermilk
Current stretch out
And alabaster lips unseal
So I may recall
The soft timbre of
Whisper in its stillness
Still
Alabaster lips unseal
So I may recall
I may recall
The soft timbre of
Whisper in its stillness
Still
Now
When a fawn
Stumbles into the road
Honeydew high
And deep in afterglow
Mind swarming
Mind small
Honeydew high
Transforming the soul
On purple sand verbena
I forgive its delusion
Caress its world view
Super bloom
Shelter canary yellow eyes
Then search to pin the legs
Of the stalking dog
That lends its teeth
To sticky, sad bedlam
War cries quake through lurching light
I bury a blade between its ribs
Bear hug the soft canine frame
Then smear ash
Then smear the ash on its brow
All who have forgotten
Remember now
Remember now
Now
Now
