Haunting loon call cut short by a shotgun blast and a skeleton couple screams into the silence of forever resting in a pair of barbed wire Muskoka chairs. They’re watching a blood red sulfur dioxide sun set on the tattered remnants of the Canadian dream. Let’s call it business as usual—like tearing open the land to rape the riches within, a community struck with not my problem mercury poisoning why is it always the same people who suffer? But it’s hard to hear the lonely wails of a fox pup chewing through its paw caught in a wire snare over the anguished shrieks of children ripped from their parents arms surfin' the Sixties Scoop. Yeah, yeah...it’s crybabies like you stop our pipelines from stitchin’ the land, and the Lord hisself knows we need ’em. So what if they’re drinkin’ bitumen crude not like my Corolla gives a fuck about your dolphins off the BC coast. They’re sniffing glue and drinkin’ Lysol deep in the thawing north can’t figure out why they off themselves like it’s no big deal reminds me of guilty past small pox blankets...but hey...in the cynicism of the now, the binary word is...sliding...
Colin Andrew Sheffield (Elevator Bath) repurposes heavily manipulated jazz samples into gorgeously eerie soundscapes. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 20, 2023