Splinters - Musik

Austin Lucas Descendant Of A Family From Indiana To Whom Making Bluegrass And Folk Music Comes As Natural As Breathing Escapes His Environment By Throwing Himself On Punk And Hardcore Music. Participation In A Row Of Obscure Bands Leads Him To The Czech Republic In The End. He Performs Solo And Plays In The Orc-Core Group Guided Cradle. To Everyone’s Surprise He Arrives At The Family’s Gate With The Announcement That He Wants To Record A Cd. The Furniture Of The Living Room Is Pushed Aside And Exchanged For A Tangle Of Amplifiers Boxes Microphones And Miles Of Cables. Father Bob Is A Complete Band By Himself And Sets Himself Behind The Mixing Table. Playing Banjo Violin Ukelele Guitar And Sings In The Background. His Sister Chloe Manor Sings A Few Duets With Austin And Quadruped Flicka Growls And Rhythmically Scratches The Itching Spots On Her Body. Surely The Lyrics Austin Wrote For The Eight Songs Do Itch As Well. The Carefully Cultivated Crust Of Our Society Is Blown To Smithers With The Stroke Of A Sledge Hammer. Like An Americana Punk Variation On Kafka Alienation And General Collapse Of Modern Mankind Are Put Into Strong Lyrics And All Of This In A Voice That Tears Open The Earth. Between The Opening Chorus My Breath Is A Hammer/ My Insides Are Taxed Like An Anvil/ My Heartbeat’s A Tremor/ And I Have Not Love But For Nicotine And The Closing Verse I Was Cursing The Flaws Of My Ignorance And Youth A Textual And Musical Zenith In Light Music Unfolds In Our Still So Young Century. -Koos Gijsman Heaven Magazine read less