A long walk under hard white light. Something quiet comes wrapped in a fury. This summer has been slow and brutal, and I seem to have spent most of it listening to Generation of Vipers. I wonder what I find so distinctly beautiful about their music. It is not transcendent, nothing so basic; maybe it is what I am always looking for, music that sounds like the continuation of itself, the volume turned up on something always already there, already in motion.
Favorite track: Yearning.