Where the demands of writing caught the artist slumped and reclined, devoid of any soul, acutely aware of the simulated prism that required breakout.
Four albums in and the notes and compositions no longer contain decipherable language.
The scripts now carry tears, the world has returned to a flattened state, and out through that window, the birds look back into the cage they once inhabited.
Spitting flames behind a white wall of silence.
The machines have turned to stone, data reads like an obituary to its user.
A fix is no longer a release, it's a brittle curse. Zero satisfaction, no teeth, pseudo artists running rampant, but the path continues.
R.I.P Music 2014.
Feb 20 SaturdayMunich, Germany Münchner Kammerspiele
Feb 26 FridayMilan, Italy Unknown venue
Mar 11 FridayAntwerp, Belgium Unknown venue
Mar 19 SaturdayLondon, UK Village Underground
Apr 07 ThursdayAthens, Greece Unknown venue
Apr 15 FridayLondon, UK Dance Tunnel
May 19 ThursdayDurham, NC, US Unknown venue