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Streaming Black

by Antony Milton

Lay down upon An empty ground, A shadow bathed in light There was nothing there There was nothing there I'd scoured out All the stories Put them to bed So as to finally rest my Head But what of dreaming? What of flying? What of feeling? What of hope? What of vision? What of Callings? What of Singing What of hope? What of crying? What of loving? What of Falling? What of hope?
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Hats off to those Who try to move us Who try To shake things up Who step beyond The comfort zone The avant garde They're reckless But they're braver Than you know
So much for our hopes Of climbing into the sun So much for our stories Of walking on the water So much for our hopes Of saving Mother Earth So much for our hopes Of finding a country haven Our hopes were so demanding Our hopes were so demanding Our hopes were so Demanding Our hopes were so Demanding


New album of super loud apocalypse tinged pop songs, shoe gazing sun scorched sad bliss that sounds like it was recorded using the same crap gear as Burzum in the early 1990s.
Kind of melancholy yet ecstatic, transcendental and sweet, but all presented with super fucked up guitars and smeared behind a tonne of distortion.
Recorded October 2014- January 2015 with an eye on the end of the World.

CD version available from www.pseudoarcana.com


released January 15, 2015

All songs/music Antony Milton


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