“…this guilt the insoluble / Final fact…” Riffs billow out like black cloudsmoke as a short pulse of drums reverberates in echoing dub, choking and sputtering through the disaster like the faintest, fading alarm. A sprinkle of cymbals; a few mournful chords; a fraying, fritzed-out voice roars from the depths of an inverted heaven; all these chance encounters with structure only remind you that the tentpoles of your life are charred beyond recognition. In some ways, it’s an act of acceptance of the moral lassitude and plodding indifference that fanned the flames in concert with one another. Such is how … Continue reading “Refused a Future”: Stomach’s Low Demon