No Pain In Pop

The view from a cave

Silk Flowers despair. Why? It’s hard to say. ‘Sand’ articulates it better than you’ll ever understand. It’s about calming, or the lack thereof. It’s about the endless passage of information through the brain and the fear that the brain may get bored. Does the brain ever get bored? How many times have you been bored today? How many times were you bored on this day five years ago? Seven years ago? A decade? Time slips through the fissures, so Silk Flowers position themselves there, in the skull of a great rock like pus in a pore, defenders of the slip. You glimpse them from across the pass; martyring faces pained and desperate at the time mounting up and the sand seeping into their eggheads, brains expanding thus, irrepressible surges of vision and thought and whimsy and emotion and sensation and sound and pressing against cavern walls, until there’s a burst of muscle and blood and the body drops limp into the chasm below.

What were his last words?

“HURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR”

Low cloud comes to cover up and PPM scrape brain remains into a jar, bottle it, send it to your homes. Midnight feast teens chomping on sinew.



MP3: Silk Flowers - Sand

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Sad Man Karaoke

Whispered no-fi krautrock flavours, Silk Flowers’ bloom’s wilting but they’re fine about it. Coughing up the sort of aborted sounds you’d expect from some Joe Meek-produced Suicide sessions, the New York troupe’s acrid synths sit and wither like a set of rotting Harmonia tapes as a sad karaoke bawler hollers away like John Maus at his most morose. Not really what you’d expect from members of lounge-sax berserkers Soiled Mattress and the Springs.

Released via Dean Spunt’s PPM, the recent 7” is well worth a punt.



MP3: Silk Flowers - Flash of Light

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