It started when I started thinking that everything was dead. "So quiet, this feels right." So on this Paper Street is where you will find me. Singing in Empty Air. Like a shadow I'll fade away. And last night I had a dream that everything around me was dead, and my body had no bones. Melted to the ground, gasping for breath as my lungs filled with concrete. I feel the ground beneath my feet as it shakes me to my knees.
Brothers Rickard and Robert Lindblom expand their angular approach to instrumental noise rock, working in kraut, jazz, and drone. Bandcamp New & Notable May 12, 2021