“I drink my love.” At the end of “An Abundance of Mercy,” Chained to the Bottom of the Ocean‘s nameless vocalist asks repeatedly, “Who else / but the rope and / the fucking chain?” I’ve added the punctuation mark, perhaps disfiguring the rhetorical thrust of the question, promulgating as it is nonplussed. For the last 9 years, Springfield, Massachusetts’ anonymous 4-piece has been insisting on this very question. The “who” of the question making humans out of the rope and chain, familiar comrades and wardens alike. And so they ask again: Who else but the fucking chain? Who else but the … Continue reading “I Adorn I Adore”: Chained to the Bottom of the Ocean‘s Let Us Not Speak Of Them But Look And Pass On