Waking up to olden days everything’s in disarray the sound of phantom crying injure of a rooftop coo of a pigeon in June out of sight and out of view but singing undertones in tune. Smothering the wrinkled sheets looking like nobody’s wrecked them, sound of love and heart’s remiss, fleeting bliss and then the national anthem, stand erect as a flagpole in this swooning rooftop godforsaken view, being self-aware is not my strongest suit.
Underpinning overused and underutilized clichés we wouldn’t follow the label’s clues if our phantom knew just what to do to pull the levers, hit the buttons, fix the plugs of these reviews. Filling into any size of shoes, strut like a sidewalk token pigeon plume, tripping on the boxes of the pizza’s intersection, set the mind’s eye to the nearest upward slope, slough up to where the trouble’d rather not go, find the hardest road home. Being self-aware is not my strongest suit.
Being self-aware is not your strongest suit, playing the game there’s all sorts of devices, some of which force nothing to a crisis, some make binary choices while others go about in blinders, the neverminders you have to pander to, to dumb yourself down to fit in or destitution awaits, and while I’ve fought off despair, could make a case that I’d won, I found no happiness there, just the self-doubt that comes from being self-aware, but being self-aware is not my strongest suit.
Just standing by this shop that has these flowers, put the work to sheet with care, while flashing lights flash round the corner and the owner comes to see what I’m doing there. (“Hello, owner.”) And how could I explain what I’ve become, what I’ve done, and who I’ve run from? Could I have forced the moment to see inside us? To understand the force that seeks to divide us? Being self-aware is not my strongest suit.
Used to smell like cheese and processed meat in Toronto but now they’re smoking weed in Toronto, the beer factory became a grow-op and Shopper’s/Molson ganged up and tried to get a piece of the herb, that’s the coolest burb in Toronto, not like out in Etobicoke where the argyle grows and the children of the insiders hashing out the plans to tout a beer’s a buck in every checkout underneath anonymously wrapped tobacco packs now discretely mailed in postal outlets and all we’ve done is get a cut and every other river’s mouth ran dry from drinking empty promises and bald-faced lies fanning the fury from his own creation no rest for the wicked Ford Nation rises up but being self-aware was not his strongest suit.
Woozy, rollicking indie rock that's thick and humid, searching vocals set against pealing guitars. Also available on cassette. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 22, 2016
Deerhood release new LP “Mountain Moves” two weeks early on Bandcamp, with proceeds during this period going to The Emergent Fund. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 28, 2017
