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Kitsch

by Kitsch

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Alex Ludeman Incredibly complex music, rendered with meticulous attention to detail that is held in balance with the band's force of raw and reckless abandon. They go between dark, spindly prog weavings and abrasive rushes of harmonic content often beyond mortal comprehension. When you hear it, it often condenses to pure spectral sound - texture, timbre and register appear as compositional devices when the harmonic load of these gestures inevitably overcomes you. If this review sounds like some fluff, please rest assured the music isn't. Multi-instrumentalist Joel Thom hashes out his beef with God, and it is a bleak and damning exchange. Favorite track: Medicine Woman Cradling Squirrel Carcass.
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1.
This Bible has been collecting dust. I will not magnify, I will deny. I would pray if only it solved a single thing. A puppet is cast on the bed and forgotten. A tree of beauty escapes everyone. A sea of cruelty encapsulates the pain. How is she? I'll never know. Inevitably, Doesn't the pondering stop? This is such a waste of time. Many hours pass then you die. Lock it up tight. Why would I forgive you? Your face is easy to forget. We will meet on a crowded hill. Somber words illustrate.
2.
You had nothing to do with existing. Spit your hate at the heavens forever, Or God will have the last laugh. Wear your cynic's mask. Hide your identity from all who wish to know. Wear your cynic's mask. What's an identity without the suffering?
3.
Humans, recognize: you're tortured, suffering Gods. I am completely alone. You are happy without me. I fail to see how they're related. You are beautiful. I want to see the inside out. Watch it seep out through the wound. Three slits and then the rush, Makes me want to live again.
4.
People are only meat, I could eat, could you? Pink waves of joy do abound, And insects make greedy pals. The creating ones, Crippling themselves. Morals won't evolve. Gazing at the concrete floor, Only three stories below. Cut your nails, anchorite. Wash your hair and fathom the sublime.
5.
This world in totality, Is here for me, And no one else. I am small and full of hate. I hear from your god never. Maybe he's empty. I would argue that everything is perfect when I'm scoffing at him. I will exalt my throne in heaven for all times.

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Recorded live at The Zone Productions in July 2018.
Engineered by Mark Brasel.
Produced by Mark Brasel and Kitsch.
Lyrics by Joel Thom.
Music by Kitsch.

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released September 8, 2018

Joel Thom: Bass, Keyboards, Vocals, Guitar (on track 5)
Thor Edwards: Guitar
Dylan Walter: Drums, Glockenspiel, Guitar (on track 5)

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Kitsch Melbourne, Florida

Atonal noise rock from Melbourne, FL

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